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Reality May Avoid The Obligation To Be Interesting, But ... Hypotheses May Not.

I Would Define The Baroque As That Style That Deliberately Exhausts (or Tries To Exhaust) Its Own Possibilities, And That Borders On Self-caricature. The Baroque Is The Final Stage In All Art, When Art Flaunts And Squanders Its Resources.

Best Thing To Happen For A Poet. A Fine Death, No? An Impressive Death.

I Saw All The Mirrors On Earth And None Of Them Reflected Me.

Let Neither Tear Nor Reproach Besmirch This Declaration Of The Mastery Of God Who, With Magnificent Irony, Granted Me Both The Gift Of Books And The Night.