John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk

The Dramaturgy of Film Form (The Dialectical Approach to Film Form), Sergei Eisenstein.

Carnage