In The Course Of Writing One Historical

The German Reich Is A Republic, And Whoever Doesn't Believe It Gets One In The Neck.

The Subject Of The Novel Is Reality Liberated From Soul. The Reader In Complete Independence Presented With A Structured Process:let Him Evaluate It, Not The Author. The Façade Of The Novel Cannot Be Other Than Stone Or Steel, Flashing Electrically Or Dark, But Silent.

Revolution? Unscrew The Flag-staff, Wrap The Bunting In The Oil Covers, And Put The Thing In The Clothes-chest. Let The Old Lady Bring You Your House-slippers And Untie Your Fiery Red Necktie. You Always Make Revolutions With Your Mugs, Your Republic--nothing But An Industrial Accident.

That's How The Germans Are.... The Aristocrats At The Top Hard As Glass, Cold As Ice, Servants Of The King, The Working Masses Willing, Pliable, Sentimental, Susceptible To Brutality, The Middle Class Educated And Cowardly To The Point Of Servility.

Much Unhappiness Comes From Walking Alone. When There Are Several, It's Somewhat Different. I Must Get Into The Habit Of Listening To Others, For What The Others Say Concerns Me, Too.