There is nothing wrong in this whole world.
You don't know what's in my heart.
There is nothing wrong in this whole world.
You don't know what's in my heart.
There is nothing wrong in this whole world.
You don't know what's in my heart.
There is nothing wrong you don't know.
What's in my heart this whole world.
There is There is There is my heart.
You don't know nothing is wrong:
The effect of beauty ... is good to the degree that, through its analogies ... the possibility of regaining paradise through repentance and forgiveness is recognized. Its effect is evil to the degree that beauty is taken, not as analogous to, but identical with goodness ... and the conclusion drawn that, since all is well in the work of art, all is well in history. But all is not well there.
_ W. H. Auden, The Dyer's Hand (New York, 1962), 71.
As less is demanded of art, as it is burdened with less idealism, and therefore less likely to disappoint and disillusion, it has freer rein to do what it can do, which is to create a model of a saved world, in which, as Auden says, crowds are communities and sins forgiven. Lucy McDiarmid
(The Virgin and The Dynamo)
