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And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell . . .
He railed against "ugliness and the complete baffling sterility of existence as sold to you." His only weapon was a Forest Primeval complex, the traditional romantic battle cry of back to nature. The sickness of the romantic ego, and Lowry had this sickness, is to turn escape into flight, the quest for solitude into a fascination with oblivion, to fall "half in love with easeful death."