Laszlo Kranznahorkai: The World Goes On

Listen here, Comrade Korolev, you don't understand, I really saw Paradise, and Paradise is the Earth...


... and he streaked away at a speed of 900 km per hour, at an altitude of approximately ten thousand metres in a north by north-westerly direction, high above the clouds - in the blindingly blue sky toward the hope that he would die some day.


About the second requirement it will be enough to say that for my purposes the yarn can be in a ball or in a hank, it's all the same to me, the important thing is that it should be all in one piece, that is, I require a single length of yarn two hundred and twenty thousand metres long.


This demon is driven by an inexplicable hatred, and it compels us to destroy ourselves.


A life based on incomprehension and misinterpretation and erroneous ideas must end.


Everything, including a catastrophe, has a moment-by-moment structure.


We cannot coexist with a Whole that does not exist, a Whole that does not amount to the sum of its parts.


A single decisive detail in the world is, sad to say, enough to make the whole world intolerable.