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There Are, Above All, Times In Which The Human Reality, Always Mobile, Accelerates, And Bursts Into Vertiginous Speeds. Our Time Is Such A One, For It Is Made Of Descent And Fall.

The Surrealist Thinks He Has Outstripped The Whole Of Literary History When He Has Written (here A Word That There Is No Need To Write) Where Others Have Written "jasmines, Swans And Fauns." But What He Has Really Done Has Been Simply To Bring To Light Another Form Of Rhetoric Which Hitherto Lay Hidden In The Latrines.

This Is The Gravest Danger That Today Threatens Civilization: State Intervention; The Absorption Of All Spontaneous Social Effort By The State, That Is To Say, Of Spontaneous Historical Action, Which In The Long Run Sustains, Nourishes, And Impels Human Destinies.

Law Is Born From Despair Of Human Nature.

Poetry Is Adolescence Fermented, And Thus Preserved.