No One Can Go On Being A

Brazil Is Bigger Than Europe, Wilder Than Africa, And Weirder Than Baffin Land.

Does Not Everything Depend On Our Interpretation Of The Silence Around Us?

Art—the Meaning Of The Pattern Of Our Common Actions In Reality. The Cloth-of-gold That Hides Behind The Sackcloth Of Reality, Forced Out By The Pain Of Human Memory.

How Grudging Memory Is, And How Bitterly She Clutches The Raw Material Of Her Daily Work.

People Only See In Us The Contemptible Skirt-fever Which Rules Our Actions But Completely Miss The Beauty-hunger Underlying It.