I Had Always Thought Of Paradise /

A System Is Nothing More Than The Subordination Of All Aspects Of The Universe To Any One Of Such Aspects.

I Think That The Reader Should Enrich What He Is Reading. He Should Misunderstand The Text; He Should Change It Into Something Else.

Emma Dropped The Paper. Her First Impression Was Of A Weak Feeling In Her Stomach And In Her Knees; Then Of Blind Guilt, Of Unreality, Of Coldness, Of Fear; Then She Wished That It Were Already The Next Day. Immediately Afterwards She Realized That That Wish Was Futile Because The Death Of Her Father Was The Only Thing That Had Happened In The World, And It Would Go On Happening Endlessly.

Each Thing Implies The Universe.

The Certainty That Everything Has Already Been Written Annuls Us, Or Renders Us Phantasmal.