[...] Myth can reach everything, corrupt everything, and even the very act of refusing oneself to it. So that the more the language object resists at first, the greater its final prostitution; whoever here resists completely yields completely [...] Myth, on the contrary, is a lgnauge which does not want to die: it wrests from the meanings which give it sustenance an insidious, degraded survival, it provokes in them an artifical reprieve in which it settles comfortably, it turns them into speaking corpses.
reminds me of DFW's thoughts on irony