There are bombs in the air, and the most powerful man in the world promises, in his radio address, that these bombs will be dropped, ever more ruthlessly, on towns where my friends live who are no more sinful than we are. All I would like to say is that I have not authorized him to do this. It is only natural if an artist does not approve of bloody and hasty deeds.
Mechanized killing is done quickly, and art is done slowly, like child rearing.
At that time, Danilo Kis said that people were suddenly transformed into rhinoceroses. Let me remind you of Eugne Ionesco's play, of the mysterious malady that turns people into herds of rhinos, rampaging in groups, thinking in unison. Actual rhinos would perhaps find this simile offensive. In any case, the play and its story about the transformation are excellent. We should look in the mirror during our morning shave to see if rhino features are surfacing from under our skin.