While we are reading, we are all Don Quixote.
Art chooses its constraints.
Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?
Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.
Somehow the body keeps life going despite the ravaging negations of the mind.
The worship of Mammon may be vulgar or immoral, but it persists while other religions falter and disappear.