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When The Sciences Are Supreme, Average People Lose Their Feeling Of Causality.

Let Me Formulate The Artistic Disposition As Follows: It Is Reacting With One's Ideal To The Flaw In Oneself And In The World, And Somehow Making That Reaction Formation Solid Enough In The Medium So That It Indeed Becomes An Improved Bit Of Real World For Others.

We Define Boredom As The Pain A Person Feels When He's Doing Nothing Or Something Irrelevant, Instead Of Something He Wants To Do But Won't, Can't, Or Doesn't Dare. Boredom Is Acute When He Knows The Other Thing And Inhibits His Action, E.g., Out Of Politeness, Embarrassment, Fear Of Punishment Or Shame. Boredom Is Chronic If He Has Repressed The Thought Of It And No Longer Is Aware Of It. A Large Part Of Stupidity Is Just The Chronic Boredom, For A Person Can't Learn, Or Be Intelligent About, What He's Not Interested In, When His Repressed Thoughts Are Elsewhere.

In A Milieu Of Resignation, Where The Young Men Think Of Society As A Closed Room In Which There Are No Values But The Rejected Rat Race, ... It Is Extremely Hard To Aim At Objective Truth Or World Culture. One's Own Products Are Likely To Be Personal Or Parochial.

To Translate, One Must Have A Style Of His Own, For The Translation Will Have No Rhythm Or Nuance, Which Come From The Process Of Artistically Thinking Through And Molding The Sentences; They Cannot Be Reconstituted By Piecemeal Imitation. The Problem Of Translation Is To Retreat To A Simpler Tenor Of One’s Own Style And Creatively Adjust This To One’s Author.