A Galactic Haze of Syllables, Vast and Tenuous

[Letter excerpt, September 8, 1941]

What puts me in this mood is a week-end spent in a mountain cabin with two families of females — Midwestern schoolteachers! I went along in hopes of seeing a new part of the world (and there is a magnificent snow-cave, such as you won’t find anywhere in the Northwest this year), but presently found myself swept along like some lost planet in a cosmic drift of small talk; a galactic haze of syllables, vast and tenuous, filled all the valleys and shaded the sun. This sort of thing frightens me: what if these people are to go on talking like this to the end of time; what if no war or plague comes to put a period to their deliberate and willful trivialities? Are these people to inherit the earth whose only monument is a thin debris of papers and cans?

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About Hugh Nibley

Hugh Nibley, 1910-2005, was simultaneously the LDS Church's greatest intellectual defender from attack from the outside and Mormon culture's strongest critic from the inside. This blog is composed mainly from Nibley's unpublished writings, letters, interviews and conversations, with occasional posts from associates who had personal interactions with him.
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