IF I POSSESSED WITHIN ME MUSICAL RESOURCES TO COMMUNICATE MY FEELINGS, WHAT WOULD EVENTUATE WOULD BE A (QUITE PROBABLY FEEBLE) EXPLOSION—AN EXPLOSION THAT, AT ONE AND THE SAME TIME, WOULD BE BOTH A LANGUOROUS DEMENTED WAVE OF SOUND AND THE EXPRESSION OF WILD JOY—A JOY SO UNTAMED, HOWEVER, THAT LISTENING TO IT THERE WOULD BE NO WAY OF KNOWING IF IT CAME FROM MY LAUGHING OR DYING.

—GEORGES BATAILLE, ON NIETZSCHE