From mass literacy the last couple of centuries follow more or less ineluctably.
The obscurest epoch is today.
Today we hear silence as our ancestors heard music.
“It was a culture,” the historian will write a century from now, “that found it necessary to invent the word ‘unironically.'”
That no change is possible was the ancient superstition; that any change is possible is the modern one.
Eventually one wearies of strangling the last king with the guts of the last priest.
Yesterday the great enemy of democracy was distinction of birth; today it is distinction of wealth; tomorrow it will be distinction.
Uncivilized colonists enslave the aborigines; civilized colonists exterminate them.
Every historical atrocity has been committed in the name of some high principle.
Those who can remember the past are condemned to tell those who cannot what part of it we are now repeating.
Political corruption used to be friction; now it is lubrication.