Am i in reality pessimistic, indifferent in my writings? So the publishers say. I concept i was a realist, although for myself i assume i'm a misanthropist, that means: a loner, recluse, cynic malcontent with the world, however pessimist? I do not get it. Well i guess i will live with it, and be unpolished for a while, the person of woe, this is me. The telegram stated, they preferred the draft, however i needed to take all the gloom out of it. That is like saying your mother surpassed away, and on the funeral, you're no longer allowed to offer her deep sympathy, or allowed to mention out loud her name, or in this case for me to print the gloom of the sector handy. The desire of the arena is lifeless! Life is a despair, the simplest victory in existence is war. And the sufferer is never wrong because if you inform him so, you're one dead duck, along with the various.
The closing writer out of forty, stated i best noticed distress and unrest within the international. By hook or by crook lifestyles left scars and deep reservoirs, but i made them too deep. He said i said 'life become meaningless,' i didn't say that, i will ought to write him returned, tell him, i said, 'the sector lived as though existence became meaningless,' no i said, i suppose i stated, 'nothingness,' that 'the arena took on the spell of no positive faith, an vintage religion of nihilism is taking area, that life has long past out of the soul.
After studying his remarks it struck me, 'once I had younger eyes like the writer, for he is simplest 27-years vintage, and i am 68-years old, he sees the world with young eyes, he can't see past the dimness of these days, us older ones no longer can. I recognise he mocks me as a dimwit, living inside the beyond, but it is the present i'm speaking approximately in the e book, and destiny: the smash, man has brought about the world, is not that the roof is falling in. I might like to call him up and speak to him. Maybe cross see him, or have him see me, persuade him the sector wishes my ebook, it's miles like a gospel, in step with close to, a gospel of doom! I recognise mr. Christion durant, laughs at me, and if i name him he'll say "mr. Solomon salem, i had a busy morning in my workplace, i'm in a great humor, don't destroy the day for me, i'm too worn-out to fight, we're no longer going to put up your rot."
The previous publisher, for him it became regrettable, he agreed- "... But human beings do now not suppose the way i assume," to his mind anyhow. Did he take a survey? No! Did he study 'the epic of gilgamesh,' or achebe, or 'the trial,' or 'the citadel,' or 'sentimental schooling' or virgil, or 'hamlet' or 'moby-dick` or 'metamorphoses': no, no, no, however they all have gloominess to them. How approximately faust or voltaire? No, no, no, again gloominess. For him there is no calamity on the tip of the horizon, no nuclear clock 3 minutes to nighttime, he lives blind in a foxhole.
