Rails are beautiful objects. People are worldly small figures cramped in the body of a graceful metallic snake. These animals glide pass each other every quarter hour with the sound of a faraway storm, the sign of industry, the sign of institution of men. It is an abstraction which transforms all matter into sound and movement, the movement of non-human things. And exactly for that reason, of nature.
방금 R에게 편지를 쓰면서 내 필체가 달라졌음을 깨달았다. 펜 끝에서 돌연 태어난 기호들은 순식간에 생명을 다하고 작은 비석들이 된다.
위대한 양식은 아름다움이 거대한 것에 승리를 거두게 될 때 생겨난다.