The tabele, the two chairs, the sofa, the closet. This is how people without ideas must be like when their working day is done. A somewhat overjoyous expectation is alive in me. As overjoyed as at the end of december 24th just before the party begins. Somebody on the street whistles, somebody talks passes.
Literary art begins only there, where it moves away from naturalism, they say.
But to adequately put a problem into words, nothing real-important must be overlooked. Else it will be a wrong formulation of a matter. Here one must adhere to nature, keep exactly to experience, for this resembles scientific thinking. On whatever is left, they may be right. But it must be said once.