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Surrealism Will Usher You Into Death, Which Is A Secret Society. It Will Glove Your Hand, Burying Therein The Profound M With Which The Word Memory Begins.

Everything Tends To Make Us Believe That There Exists A Certain Point Of The Mind At Which Life And Death, The Real And The Imagined, Past And Future, The Communicable And The Incommunicable, High And Low, Cease To Be Perceived As Contradictions.

Trust In The Inexhaustible Character Of The Murmur.

There Are Fairy Stories To Be Written For Adults. Stories That Are Still In A Green State.

It Was In The Black Mirror Of Anarchism That Surrealism First Recognised Itself.