Layer By Layer Art Strips Life Bare.

Hardly Anyone Still Reads Nowadays. People Make Use Of The Writer Only In Order To Work Off Their Own Excess Energy On Him In A Perverse Manner, In The Form Of Agreement Or Disagreement.

Strong Emotional Experiences Are For The Most Part Impersonal. Anyone Who Has Hated Another Person So Much That Only Chance Stands Between That Person And Death Knows This, As Does Whoever Has Fallen Into The Catastrophe Of A Deep Depression, Anyone Who Has Loved A Woman To The Dregs, Anyone Who Has Beaten Others Bloody Or Ever Come Up Behind Another Person With Muscles Trembling. "losing One's Head," Language Calls It. Emotional Experience Is, In Itself, Poor In Qualities; Qualities Are Brought To It By The Person Who Has The Experience.

His Answers Were Quite Often Like That. When She Spoke Of Beauty, He Spoke Of The Fatty Tissue Supporting The Epidermis. When She Mentioned Love, He Responded With The Statistical Curve That Indicates The Automatic Rise And Fall In The Annual Birthrate. When She Spoke Of The Great Figures In Art, He Traced The Chain Of Borrowings That Links These Figures To One Another.

One Must Conform To The Baseness Of An Age Or Become Neurotic.

The Difference Between A Healthy Person And One Who Is Mentally Ill Is The Fact That The Healthy One Has All The Mentall Illnesses, And The Mentally Ill Person Has Only One.