As a race, we whites have regressed over the past few centuries. How many people today study the classics of Greece and Rome, as I do? How many read Byron, Keats, Donne and Blake, as I do? How many listen to Mozart and Beethoven, as I do? One in a hundred? One in a thousand? Yet such poetry, such classical study, such complex music, was the common entertainment in the 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th centuries for white Europeans. It seems to me that our race reached a cultural and intellectual summit during these centuries, probably cresting in the 17th, and has been on the decline ever since. One consequence of that decline is that nobody reads poetry. It is too subtle and complex. The only poetry today is shallow, designed for shallow minds, and ugly, designed for ugly souls. It is my personal conviction that in another century, more than half of the population of the Western world will not be able to read or write on even the most basic level. We are falling backwards down stairs into a New Dark Age. We whites are the highest perfection of humanity, yet look at how low we have fallen.