Myself: The metaphysical comfort - with which, I am suggesting even now, every true tragedy leaves us -that life is at the bottom of things, despite all the changes of appearances, indestructibly powerful and pleasurable - this comfort appears in incarnate clarity in the chorus of the satyrs, a chorus of natural beings who live ineradicably, as it were, behind all civilization and remain eternally the same, despite the changes of generations and of the history of nations.
Myself: It's Nietzsche (Icons passim), from The Birth of Tragedy. Polly Gibbons and Samara are on the bill at Abbeyfest tonight and according to the WBI time machine they both played here in 2005 as well, so my mind naturally turned to eternal recurrence.
Prodnose: Naturally, and no doubt will do again and again numberless times.
Myself: Ho ho very satirical.