The pure playfulness of certain wholly whimsical portions of (Charles) Crosโs work should not obscure the fact that at the center of some of his most beautiful poems a revolver is leveled straight at us.
Andre BretonThere is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time
Andre BretonThe lamentable expression: 'But it was only a dream", the increasing use of which - among others in the domain of the cinema - has contributed not a little to encourage such hypocrisy, has for a long while ceased to merit discussion.
Andre Breton