And who are we to so confidently assume that our 21st century morality is the greatest yardstick to measure all other moralities against? Classics are to be read precisely because they’re the echoes of peoples that are now completely alien to us. And in my view, the mark of something truly beautiful is not how diligently it intends to school me on morality— it’s the revalation of a TRUTH. If its brilliance blinds me, so be it. It can be a hateful sermon of filth & violence— so long as it’s beautiful & pure & conveys something that connects me to that which I find myself disconnected from in my mundane, day-to-day life, I’ll be satisfied with it. This isn’t to say that great art can’t contain a decent, instructive morality. But is it necessary? In my view, not at all.