Born of love

The anger of John Ruskin : Essays in Idleness. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

… the remarkable thing about Ruskin’s anger is the purity of it. He is appalled by the glibness of his cultural surroundings; by the aesthetic lies that are communicated through it. He must stand up to them. He must do so all by himself, and so may be forgiven if some of his assumptions go wrong. (Very few.) His prose is always graceful, and his production immense.