Orson Welles:
This has been standing here for centuries. The premier work of man, perhaps, in the whole Western world. But, it's without - signature. Chartres. A celebration to God's glory and to dignity of man. All that's left, most artists seem to feel these days is - man. Naked. Poor. Forked. Ravaged. There aren't any celebrations. Ours, the scientists keep telling us, is a universe which is disposable. You know, it might be just this one anonymous glory, of all things, this rich stone forest, this epic chant, this gayety, this grand choiring shout of affirmation, which we choose, when all our cities are dust, to stand in tact. To mark were we've been. To testify to what we had on a list to accomplish.
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