You have no idea about presents or what they mean. The last present you gave me was a stick. ” “You wanted a weapon. ” “It was a stick. ” “It had a bow on it. ” “It was a stick. ” “I thought you liked the stick. You laughed.
In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.