I Abandon Myself To The Fever Of

Cruelty In The Theatre Is Unrelenting Decisiveness, Diligence, Strictness.

In Our Present State Of Degeneration It Is Through The Skin That Metaphysics Must Be Made To Re-enter Our Minds.

And If There Is Still One Hellish, Truly Accursed Thing In Our Time, It Is Our Artistic Dallying With Forms, Instead Of Being Like Victims Burnt At The Stake, Signaling Through The Flames.

We Have The Right To Lie, But Not About The Heart Of The Matter.

The Race Of Prophets Is Extinct. Europe Is Becoming Set In Its Ways, Slowly Embalming Itself Beneath The Wrappings Of Its Borders, Its Factories, Its Law-courts And Its Universities. The Frozen Mind Cracks Between The Mineral Staves Which Close Upon It.