"But why am I searching again for words, which I have sworn off!! My friend, do you remember Livy's wonderful description of the hours before the destruction of Alba Longa? The people wandering through the streets that they will never see again... saying good-bye to the rocks on the ground. I tell you, my friend, this was in me, and Carthage in flames too, but it was more than that, it was more divine, more bestial - and it was the present, the fullest, most sublime present."
Hugo von Hofmannsthal, The Lord Chandos Letter and other writings, trad. Joel Rotenberg, New York: New York Review Books, 2005, p. 124.