“The noble Nazarene … who raged against "the world," against the philistinism, the halfheartedness, the lack of ideals—if he had guessed that he was forging a weapon for the hands of exactly "this world"—he who sensed the misfortune of humanity so deeply that he didn't find any other solution to its enigma than to entirely reject and turn his back on all that is earthly, would see his name dragged into the service of an intense philistine optimism.”

— Vilhelm Ekelund

Source: The Second Light (1986), p. 21

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Swedish poet 1880–1949

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