Dionysus made wine, not a medicine, but a sacrament.
Jesus Christ also made wine, not a medicine, but a sacrament.
But Omar makes it, not a sacrament, but a medicine. He feasts
because life is not joyful; he revels because he is not glad.
"Drink," he says, "for you know not whence you come nor why.
Drink, for you know not when you go nor where. Drink, because the
stars are cruel and the world as idle as a humming-top. Drink,
because there is nothing worth trusting, nothing worth fighting for.
Drink, because all things are lapsed in a base equality and an
evil peace." So he stands offering us the cup in his hand.
And at the high altar of Christianity stands another figure, in whose
hand also is the cup of the vine. "Drink" he says "for the whole
world is as red as this wine, with the crimson of the love and wrath
of God. Drink, for the trumpets are blowing for battle and this
is the stirrup-cup. Drink, for this my blood of the new testament
that is shed for you. Drink, for I know of whence you come and why.
Drink, for I know of when you go and where."
VIII. The Mildness of the Yellow Press
There is a great deal of protest made from one quarter or another
nowadays against the influence of that new journalism which is
associated with the names of Sir Alfred Harmsworth and Mr.
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