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1. "His unlived life worried him, tortured him, turning round and round inside him like an animal in a cage. In Dodo's body, the body of a half-wit, somebody was growing old, although he had not lived; somebody was maturing to a death that had no meaning at all." ~ Bruno Schulz

2. "Nagy Sándor érzékeny volt az országok illatára. Orra megérezte a rendkívüli lehetoségeket. Azok közé tartozott, akiknek arcán álmukban Isten tenyere simított végig, így hát tudják, hogy mit nem tudnak, tele vannak feltevéssel és kétellyel, zárt szemhéjukon pedig távoli világok visszfénye szurodik be. Mindazonáltal túlságosan is szó szerint vette az isteni allúziót. Lévén a tettek embere, vagyis lelkiekben szegény, úgy értelmezte misszióját, mint világhódító küldetést. Szívét ugyanaz a telhetetlen érzés töltötte el, mint az enyémet, keblét ugyanazok a sóhajok feszítették, látóhatárról látóhatárra, tájról tájra érve. Senki sem akadt, aki figyelmeztette volna tévedésére. Maga Arisztotelész sem értette meg ot. Noha meghódította a világot, Nagy Sándor csalódottan halt meg, kételkedve az elole örökösen eltuno Istenben és csodáiban. Minden ország érméin és bélyegein az o arcképe díszelgett. Büntetésül saját korának Ferenc Józsefévé vált." ~ Bruno Schulz

3. "… a közönséges könyvek olyanok, mint a meteorok. Mindegyiknek van egy pillanata, egyetlen szempillantás, amikor rikoltva felröppen, mint a fonix, lángot vet minden oldala. Ezért az egy pillanatért, ezért az egyetlen szempillantásért szeretjük oket továbbra is, amikor már hamuvá váltak. S keseru rezignáltásggal vándorlunk néha késobb e kihult oldalakon át, fásult kerepeléssel szemelgetve holt formuláikat, akár egy rózsafüzért." ~ Bruno Schulz

4. "A piactéren álló ház elso emeleti lakásán nap mint nap végigvonult az egész hatalmas nyár: rezgo léglombikok csöndje, forró álmukat alvó fényes négyszögek a padlón; a nappal tárházának legmélyébol kiszabadult verklidallam; egy zongorarefrén újra meg újra felhangzó két-három taktusa napfénybe ájultan a fehér kövezeten, a nappal mélyének tüzébe veszve." ~ Bruno Schulz

5. "Ez az üres és kihalt lakás nem ismerte el ot, ezek a bútorok meg falak néma kritikával fürkészték.Csendjükbe hatolva úgy érezte magát, mint hivatlan vendég a víz alatti, elsüllyedt birodalomban, ahol más, külön idoszámítás van.Saját fiókjait nyitogatva betöronek érezte magát, és önkéntelenül lábujjhegyen járt, attól tartva, hogy felveri a zajos és szertelen visszhangot, mely ingerülten leste az alkalmat, hogy kitörhessen.És midon végre-valahára, nesztelenül surranva szekrénytol szekrényig, darabonként mindent megtalált, és befejezte öltözködését a bútorok közt, amelyek némán, idegenül turték meg ot, midon végre elkészült, és ott állt indulásra készen, kezében a kalappal, zavar fogta el, hogy az utolsó pillanatban sem talál rá a szóra, mely feloldotta volna ezt az ellenséges hallgatást, és lemondóan, lassan, lehorgasztott fejjel elindult az ajtóhoz — miközben az ellenkezo irányba — a tükör mélyébe — a nemlétezo szobák kihalt során — örökre hátat fordítva ráérosen távolodott valaki." ~ Bruno Schulz

6. "A valóság lényege az értelem. Aminek nincs értelme, az számunkra nem valóságos. A valóság minden darabja azáltal létezik, hogy részese valamiféle egyetemes értelemnek. A régi kozmogóniák ezt azzal a szentenciával fejezték ki, hogy „Kezdetben vala az Ige". Aminek nincs neve, az számunkra nem létezik. Valamit megnevezni annyit tesz, mint egyféle egyetemes értelem részévé tenni." ~ Bruno Schulz

7. "The room was dark and velvety from the royal blue wallpaper with its gold pattern, but even here the echo of the flaming day shimmered brassily on the picture frames, on doorknobs and glided borders, although it came through the filter of the dense greenery of the garden." ~ Bruno Schulz

8. "On Saturday afternoons I used to go for a walk with my mother. From the dusk of the hallway, we stepped at once into the brightness of the day. The passerby, bathed in melting gold, had their eyes half-closed against the glare, as if they were drenched with honey, upper lips were drawn back, exposing the teeth. Everyone in this golden day wore that grimace of heat–as if the sun had forced his worshippers to wear identical masks of gold. The old and the young, women and children, greeted each other with these masks, painted on their faces with thick gold paint; they smiled at each other's pagan faces–the barbaric smiles of Bacchus." ~ Bruno Schulz

9. "Nimrod began to understand that what he was experiencing was, in spite of its appearance of novelty, something which had existed before–many times before. His body began to recognize situations, impressions, and objects. In reality, none of there astonished him very much. Faced with new circumstances, he would dip into the fount of his memory, the deep-seated memory of the body, would search blindky and feverishly, and often find ready made within himself a suitable reaction: the wisdom of generations, deposited in his plasma, in his nerves. He found actions and decisions of which he had not been aware but which had been lying in wait, ready to emerge." ~ Bruno Schulz

10. "Animals! the object of insatiable interest, examples of the riddle of life, created, as it were, to reveal the human being to man himself, displaying his richness and complexity in a thousand kaleidoscopic possibilities, each of them brought to some curious end, to some characteristic exuberance." ~ Bruno Schulz

11. "My ideal goal is to "mature" into childhood. That would be genuine maturity." ~ Bruno Schulz

12. "An event may be small and insignificant in its origin , and yet, when drawn close to one's eye, it may open in its center an infinite and radiant perspective because a higher order of being is trying to express itself in it and irradiates it violently." ~ Bruno Schulz

13. "Man was entering under false pretenses the sphere of incredible facilities, acquired too cheaply, below cost price, almost for nothing, and the disproportion between outlay and gain, the obvious fraud on nature, the excessive payment for a trick of genius, had to be offset by self-parody." ~ Bruno Schulz

14. "Should I tell you that my room is walled up?...In what way might I leave it? Here is how: Goodwill knows no obstacle; nothing can stand before deep desire. I have only to imagine a door, a door old and good, like in the kitchen of my childhood, with an iron latch and bolt. There is no room so walled up that it will not open with such a trusty door, if you have but the strength to insinuate it." ~ Bruno Schulz

15. "On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the coloful beauty of the sun –the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious apricots in whose golden pulp lay the core of long afternoons. And next to that pure poetry of fruit, she unloaded sides of meat with their keyboard of ribs swollen with energy and strength, and seaweeds of vegetables like dead octopuses and squids–the raw material of meals with a yet undefined taste, the vegetative and terrestrial ingredients of dinner, exuding a wild and rustic smell." ~ Bruno Schulz

16. "Matter never makes jokes: it is always full of the tragically serious. Who dares to think that you can play with matter, that you can shape it for a joke, that the joke will not be built in, will not eat into it like fate, like destiny? Can you imagine the pain, the dull imprisoned suffering, hewn into the matter of that dummy which does not know why it must be what it is, why it must remain in that forcibly imposed form which is no more than a parody? Do you understand the power of form, of expression, of pretense, the arbitrary tyranny imposed on a helpless block, and ruling it like its own, tyrannical, despotic soul?" ~ Bruno Schulz

17. "The crowd laughs at the parody. Weep, ladies, over your own fate, when you see the misery of imprisoned matter, of tortured matter which does not know what it is and why it is, nor where the gesture may lead that has been imposed on it forever.The crowd laughs. Do you understand the terrible sadism, the exhilarating, demiurgical cruelty of that laughter? Yet we should weep, ladies, at our own fate, when we see that misery of violated matter, against which a terrible wrong had been committed." ~ Bruno Schulz

18. "there is no dead matter," he taught us, "lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life. The range of these forms is infinite and their shades and nuances limitless." ~ Bruno Schulz

19. "Stupida, facilona primavera! Ricopre tutto senza discernimento, confonde il senso con il nonsenso, eternamente buffona, finta tonta, di una leggerezza senza limiti." ~ Bruno Schulz

20. "After we passed a few more houses, the street ceased to mantain any pretense of urbanity, like a man returning to his little village who, piece by piece, strips off his Sunday best, slowly changing back into a peasant as he gets closer to his home." ~ Bruno Schulz

21. "Was he happy? One would ask that question in vain. A question like this makes sense only when applied to creatures who are rich in alternative possibilities, so that the actual truth can be contrasted with partly real probabilities and reflect itself in them." ~ Bruno Schulz

22. "I did not have enough courage to go round to the back of the villa. I should certainly have been noticed by someone. Why in spite of this, did I have the feeling of having been there already–a long time ago? Don't we infact know in advance all the landscapes we see in our life? Can anything occur that is entirely new, that in depths of our being, we have not anticipated for a long time?" ~ Bruno Schulz

23. "On a small square, wood is being cut for the city school. Cords of healthy, crisp timber are piled high and melt slowly, one log after another, under the saws and axes of workmen. Ah, timber, trustworthy, honest, true matter of reality, bright and completely decent, the embodiment of the decency and prose of life! However deep you look into its core, you cannot find anything that is not apparent on its evenly smiling surface, shining with that warm, assured glow of its fibrous pulp woven in a likeness of the human body. In each fresh section of a cut log a new face og the human body. In each fresh section of a cut log a new face appears, always smiling and golden. Oh, the strange complexion of timber, warm eithout exaltation, completely sound, fragrant, and pleasant!" ~ Bruno Schulz

24. "A muvészi tevékenység nem más, mint kész tételek dedukciója. A muvészek késobb már semmi újat nem fedeznek fel, csak a kezdetben gondjaikra bízott titkot tanulják meg egyre jobban megérteni; alkotóerejük szüntelen exegézis, egyetlen versfeladványhoz írt kommentár. A muvészet egyébként nem oldja fel teljes egészében a titkot, az végül is megfejthetetlen marad. A csomó, amelyre a lelkünket kötötték, nem hamis csomó, amely egy rántással kioldható. Ellenkezoleg, egyre jobban megszorul. Babrálunk vele, követjük a szálat, keressük a végét, és e babrálásból megszületik a muvészet." ~ Bruno Schulz

25. "Ulica Krokodyli byla koncesja naszego miasta na rzecz nowoczesnosci i zepsucia wielkomiejskiego. Widocznie nie stac nas bylo na nic innego, jak na papierowa imitacje, jak na fotomontaz zlozony z wycinków zlezalych, zeszlorocznych gazet." ~ Bruno Schulz

26. "Fascynowaly go formy graniczne, watpliwe i problematyczne, jak ektoplazma somnambulików, pseudomateria, emanacja kataleptyczna mózgu, która w pewnych wypadkach rozrastala sie z ust uspionego na caly stól, napelniala caly pokój, jako bujajaca, rzadka tkanka, astralne ciasto, na pograniczu ciala i ducha." ~ Bruno Schulz

27. "The possibility suggests itself that no dreams, however absurd or senseless, are wasted in the universe. Embedded in the dream is a hunger for its own reification, a demand that imposes an obligation on reality and that grows imperceptibly into a bona fide claim, an IOU clamoring for payment." ~ Bruno Schulz

28. "For us old-age pensioners, autumn is on the whole a dangerous season. He who knows how difficult it is for us to achieve any stability at all, how difficult it is to avoid distraction or destruction by one's own hand, will understant tha autumn, its winds, disturbances, and atmospheric confusions, does not favour our existence, which is precarious anyway." ~ Bruno Schulz

29. "The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference." ~ Bruno Schulz

30. "After tidying up, Adela would plunge the rooms into semidarkness by drawing down the linen blinds. All colors immediately fell an octave lower, the room filled with shadows, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea and the light was reflected in mirrors of green water–and the heat of the day began to breathe on the blinds as they stirred slightly in their daydreams." ~ Bruno Schulz

31. "Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore completely, that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night." ~ Bruno Schulz

32. "This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father." ~ Bruno Schulz

33. "In our town there was a Gestapo officer who loved to play chess. After the occupation began, he found out that my father was the chess master of the region, and so he had him to his house every night." ~ Bruno Schulz

34. "...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon." ~ Bruno Schulz

35. "The cashier had long since left for home. By now she was probably bustling by an unmade bed that was waiting in her small room like a boat to carry her off to the black lagoons of sleep, into the complicated world of dreams. The person sitting in the box office was only a wraith, an illusory phantom looking with tired, heavily made-up eyes at the empyiness of light, fluttering her lashes thoughtlessly to disperse the golden dust of drowsiness scattered by the elctric bulbs." ~ Bruno Schulz

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