Cyril Palinurus Connolly, The Unquiet Grave. A Word cycle, New York, Harper, 1945.
The myths become tyrannies until they are swept away, then we invent new tyrannies to hide our suddenly perceived nakedness. Like caddis worms or like those crabs which dress themselves with seaweed, we wear belief and custom. Taoists believe that devotion to anything except..