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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.

Students Who Don't Want To Get Anywhere Are Sure To Get Somewhere.

So I Have No Grounds To Complain; On The Contrary, Writers Should Consider The Condition Of Permanent Controversiality To Be Invigorating, Part Of The Risk Envolved In Choosing The Profesión. It Is A Fact Of Life That Writers Have Always And With Due Consideration And Great Pleasure Spit In The Soup Of The High And Mighty. That Is What Makes The History Of Literature Analogous To The Development And Refinement Of Censorship.

I Shall Speak Of How Melancholy And Utopia Preclude One Another. How They Fertilize One Another... Of The Revulsion That Follows One Insight And Precedes The Next... Of Superabundance And Surfeit. Of Stasis In Progress. And Of Myself, For Whom Melancholy And Utopia Are Heads And Tails Of The Same Coin.

I Belonged To The Generation That Grew Up Under National Socialism, And Was Blinded And Led Astray - And Allowed Itself To Be Led Astray.