I recently finished the third book in Hobsbawm’s historical overview from 1789-1991. The “long nineteenth century” is covered by the first three books: The Age of Revolution (1789-1848), The Age of Capital (1848-1875) and The Age of Empire (1875-1914). Which brings me then to the fourth one, covering the “short twentieth century”: The Age of Extremes (1914-1991).
It arrived this Monday and I was…
**The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:**
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and **gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.**
— A Midsummers Night Dream, Act 5, Scene I
Be careful. You're a man who makes people afraid, and that's dangerous.
It's what people know about themselves inside that makes 'em afraid.