Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose Trinity!

Farewell Until Eternity, Where You And I Shall Not Find Ourselves Together.

Naturally I Drew Register A Little Exaggerated, In Order To Create Something New In The Sense Of A Sublime Literature That Sings Of Despair Only In Order To Oppress The Reader, And Make Him Desire The Good As The Remedy.

Real Sorrow Is Incompatible With Hope. No Matter How Great That Sorrow May Be, Hope Raises It One Hundred Cubits Higher.

As Beautiful As The Chance Encounter Of A Sewing Machine And An Umbrella On An Operating Table.

Poetry Must Be Made By All And Not By One.