I like the idea that something about futility is written so splendidly that it’s worth reading before you give up on all human pretensions. If I get around to it, I’ll review it here.
‘My favourite piece of prose is Sir Thomas Browne’s magnificently resigned and gloomy Urne-Burial, one of the wonders of the 17th century, in which Browne meditates on the futility of all human monuments in a language of suffocating and dusty richness.’
See the quote-mosaic review of this wonderful, lively, engaging book.
Source: Simon Winder, Germania (London, Picador, 2011), p. 296