There is nothing new under the sun.
I have spent the past hour or two reveling in the literary genius of Oscar Wilde. I am reading a book of Wilde's short stories given to me for my birthday by my dear friend Romony. The preface of the book tells me the stories were written between 1887 and 1891, yet they are so skilfully written, and more importantly, are full of such a fresh humour that seems so... modern.
I think our society (or my perception of it anyway) flatters itself on thinking that we have been responsible for all the good stuff. That the old fashioned is good for historical purposes and not much else. Whereas these stories are just one example of how who people are and what is entertaining doesn't change. Or in this case, at least, hasn't changed in the past hundred or so years.
You can have your secret as long as I have your heart,
Tegan