The World Is Made Of Sugar And

The Subject Of The Novel Is Reality Liberated From Soul. The Reader In Complete Independence Presented With A Structured Process:let Him Evaluate It, Not The Author. The Façade Of The Novel Cannot Be Other Than Stone Or Steel, Flashing Electrically Or Dark, But Silent.

But The Main Things About A Man Are His Eyes And His Feet. He Should Be Able To See The World And Go After It.

And If You Ask Again Whether There Is Any Justice In The World, You'll Have To Be Satisfied With The Reply: Not For The Time Being; At Any Rate, Not Up To This Friday.

I Read Like The Flame Reads The Wood.

Cultivate Your Futurism. I'll Cultivate My Döblinism.