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How Many Cities Have Revealed Themselves To Me In The Marches I Undertook In The Pursuit Of Books!

It Is The Task Of The Translator To Release In His Own Language That Pure Language That Is Under The Spell Of Another, To Liberate The Language Imprisoned In A Work In His Re-creation Of That Work.

Books, Too, Begin Like The Week – With A Day Of Rest In Memory Of Their Creation. The Preface Is Their Sunday.

Ideas Are To Objects As Constellations Are To Stars [translated From Trauerspiel, 1928].

Kitsch Offers Instantaneous Emotional Gratification Without Intellectual Effort, Without The Requirement Of Distance, Wihtout Sublimation.