Robert Graves, that admirable poet and novelist, once wrote a short story called The Shout in which the Greek god Pan utters a shout so loud and terrible that it makes the listener go mad. E.M. Forster, I recall, wrote a story on a similar theme called The Story of a Panic (it was the first time I’d connected the two words).
But the most powerful image of all must come from Eduard Münch’s series of lithographs and paintings entitled THE SCREAM.
It is a primal scream which goes on and on forever reverberating and echoing around the crowded squares of the world in protest against such a cruel and unjust system.
«As flies to wanton boys so are we to the gods, they kill us for their sport»