I struggled, and trembled, and was so benumb’d with Terror, that I sunk down, not in a Fit, and yet not myself […]

Without that, 'tis vain to harangue the world with the formal and formidable pomp of ætiologics, pathognomonics, procatarctics, prognostics...

Don't look low for great thoughts and loftish ideas.

Traditional accounts portray the Zhdanovshchina as a return to the prewar strident party line, the reassertion of ideological control over culture, and the purging of literature and the arts of Western influences.