Songs are thoughts which are sung out with the breath when people let themselves be moved by a great force. . . When the words that we need shoot up of themselves, we have a new song.
Orpingalik, an elder of the Netsilingmiut (Netsilik Eskimo), cited in “The place where you go to listen,” by J. L. Adams, Terra Nova: Nature and Culture, 2(3), 1997, 15-16.
[Qoute encountered in Lines: A Brief History (Routledge, 2007) by Tim Ingold.]
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One day, all important literary figures in history will be forgotten, except Shakespeare, and even then no one will know his name.
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