Any Order Is A Balancing Act Of

All Great Works Of Literature Either Dissolve A Genre Or Invent One.

Even The Most Perfect Reproduction Of A Work Of Art Is Lacking In One Element: Its Presence In Time And Space, Its Unique Existence At The Place Where It Happens To Be.

Any Translation Which Intends To Perform A Transmitting Function Cannot Transmit Anything But Information-hence, Something Inessential. This Is The Hallmark Of Bad Translations.

For Every Second Of Time Was The Strait Gate Through Which The Messiah Might Enter.

Opinions Are A Private Matter. The Public Has An Interest Only In Judgments.