The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Selling the Silents #9

Sorrows of Satan, from the 1927 Paramount release book
"D.W. Griffith's supreme achievement. Now playing to solid capacity plus standing room at every performance on Broadway, New York, at the Geo. M. Cohan Theatre at $2 top. With road show engagements in all the principal cities of the United States to be started immediately at similar prices.

"The supreme drama of love, temptation and forgiveness of all times! A picture of such tremendous power and universal appeal as to pack every theatre in the world."

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