To reflect the entire spectrum, the dynamics of the adventure novel must be invested with a philosophic synthesis of one kind or another. Revolution is everywhere, in everything. It is infinite. There is no final revolution, no final number. But someone must see this already today, and speak heretically today about tomorrow.
Children are the boldest philosophers.
They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. All truths are erroneous. The weak-nerved lack the strength to include themselves in the dialectic syllogism. Truth is the first thing that present-day literature lacks. The writer has drowned himself in lies, he is too accustomed to speak prudently, with a careful look over his shoulder.