To look for a person in a crowd is rather a cynical occupation. Besides, it’s dog’s work indeed, and not only because of its laboriousness.
Sometimes we are tempted by the demon of egalitarianism, and we forget that equality is good only in the face of Law. Still, there is a season for everything.
The personality cult is a basic value of European civilization; nowhere else is this maxim articulated so clearly as in art. Even in the masterpieces of the patriarchal epoch, where the personal is primarily sinful and opposed to the universal, names can be seen through the thick layer of centuries and millennia. Even the thesis of “the author’s death” proclaiming a triumph of the impersonalizing post-modernism is a provocatively author’s one. Read more