“Saturn is a living symbol of gloom, morbidity, disaster, fatality. Satun is malefic through force of inertia. Its ring, which is only paperweight in thickness, according to savants, is the wedding ring which signifies death or misfortune devoid of all significance. Saturn whatever it may be to the astronomer, is the sign of the senseless fatality to the man in the street.
“Saturn is life in suspense, not dead so much as deathless, i.e. incapable of dying. Saturn is as eternal as fear and irresolution, growing more milky, more cloudy with each compromise, each capitulation. Saturn gives us only what we ask for, never an ounce extra.
“Saturn is the stellar impostor setting itself up as the grand cosmocrator of fate, Monsier le Paris, the automatic pole-axer of a world smitten with ataraxy. Let the heavens sing its glory – this lymphatic globe of doubt and ennui will never cease to cast its milk white rays of lifeless gloom.”
Henry Miller
