If We Have No Other Reality Beyond

When The Characters Are Really Alive Before Their Author, The Latter Does Nothing But Follow Them In Their Action, In Their Words, In The Situations Which They Suggest To Him.

When A Character Is Born, He Acquires At Once Such An Independence, Even Of His Own Author, That He Can Be Imagined By Everybody Even In Many Other Situations Where The Author Never Dreamed Of Placing Him; And So He Acquires For Himself A Meaning Which The Author Never Thought Of Giving Him.

I Am An "unrealized" Character, Dramatically Speaking.

Woman - For Example, Look At Her Case! She Turns Tantalizing Inviting Glances On You. You Seize Her. No Sooner Does She Feel Herself In Your Grasp Than She Closes Her Eyes. It Is A Sign Of Her Mission, The Sign By Which She Says To Man: "blind Yourself, For I Am Blind."

Life Is A Very Sad Piece Of Buffoonery, Because We Have .. The Need To Fool Ourselves Continuously By The Spontaneous Creation Of A Reality .. Which, From Time To Time, Reveals Itself To Be Vain And Illusory.