The Choice Of A Point Of View

The Surrealist Thinks He Has Outstripped The Whole Of Literary History When He Has Written (here A Word That There Is No Need To Write) Where Others Have Written "jasmines, Swans And Fauns." But What He Has Really Done Has Been Simply To Bring To Light Another Form Of Rhetoric Which Hitherto Lay Hidden In The Latrines.

When You Are Fed Up With The Troublesome Present, You Take Your Gun, Whistle For Your Dog, Go Out To The Mountain, And, Without Further Ado, Give Yourself The Pleasure During A Few Hours Or A Few Days Of Being "paleolithic."

Man Is A Substantial Emigrant On A Pilgrimage Of Being, And It Is Accordingly Meaningless To Set Limits To What He Is Capable Of Being.

Life Means To Have Something Definite To Do-a Mission To Fulfill-and In The Measure In Which We Avoid Setting Our Life To Something, We Make It Empty. Human Life, By Its Very Nature, Has To Be Dedicated To Something.

"natural" Man Is Always There, Under The Changeable Historical Man. We Call Him And He Comes-a Little Sleepy, Benumbed, Without His Lost Form Of Instinctive Hunter, But, After All, Still Alive. Natural Man Is First Prehistoric Man-the Hunter.