To The Lover The Loved One Always

... [l]ess Than At Any Time Does A Simple Reproduction Of Reality Tell Us Anything About Reality. A Photograph Of The Krupp Works Or Gec Yields Almost Nothing About Those Institutions. Reality Proper Has Slipped Into The Functional. The Reification Of Human Relationships, The Factory, Let's Say, No Longer Reveals These Relationships. Therefore Something Has To Be Constructed, Something Artificial, Something Set Up.

Quotations In My Work Are Like Wayside Robbers Who Leap Out Armed And Relieve The Stroller Of His Conviction.

There Is No Muse Of Philosophy, Nor Is There One Of Translation.

I Am Unpacking My Library. Yes I Am. The Books Are Not Yet On The Shelves, Not Yet Touched By The Mild Boredom Of Order.

The Fairy Tale, Which To This Day Is The First Tutor Of Children Because It Was Once The First Tutor Of Mankind, Secretly Lives On In The Story. The First True Storyteller Is, And Will Continue To Be, The Teller Of Fairy Tales. Whenever Good Counsel Was At A Premium, The Fairy Tale Had It, And Where The Need Was Greatest, Its Aid Was Nearest. This Need Was Created By Myth. The Fairy Tale Tells Us Of The Earliest Arrangements That Mankind Made To Shake Off The Nightmare Which Myth Had Placed Upon Its Chest.