Who Can Deny That The Environment Has

Art Is So Wonderfully Irrational, Exuberantly Pointless, But Necessary All The Same. Pointless And Yet Necessary, That's Hard For A Puritan To Understand.

It Makes Me Realise That The Fantasy Of Nature Is Much Larger Than My Own Fantasy. I Still Have Things To Learn.

Melancholy Has Ceased To Be An Individual Phenomenon, An Exception. It Has Become The Class Privilege Of The Wage Earner, A Mass State Of Mind That Finds Its Cause Wherever Life Is Governed By Production Quotas.

My Relationship With Wilhelm And Jacob Grimm Reaches Far Back Into My Childhood. I Grew Up With Grimm's Fairy Tales. I Even Saw A Theater Production Of 'tom Thumb' During Advent At The State Theater In Danzig, Which My Mother Took Me To See.

I Was Assigned To The Waffen-ss But Was Never Involved In Any Crime. Besides, I Always Felt The Need To Write About My Experiences In A Larger Context One Day. This Has Only Developed Recently, Now That I Have Overcome My Inner Aversion To Writing An Autobiography In The First Place, Specifically One Having To Do With My Younger Years.