The critic lives at second hand. He writes about. The poem, the novel, or the play must be give to him; criticism exists by the grace of other men's genius.The true critic is servant to the poet; today he is acting as master, or being taken as such. He omits Zarathustra's last, most vital lesson: "now, do without me
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~heinrich hesse
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Have you finished your studies as of yet?How are things going with this? You used to post much literature and writings,so I was wondering where youre at in your studies as of now...Hope all is well with you.
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Fahrenheit 451 : The temprature at which book paper catches fire and burns.
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