WHO WILL YOU LIVE WITH? 

When man, this still insidious gambler, has thrown away his valuable, lasting things - to say what: true, good, honest - he will stare hesitantly and in bewilderment at our books of morality and beauty, like a misguided, manipulated idiot, while the lost memory is dying. 

There may yet be some who will turn to good account the thought-provoking testimonies of the fiction; when the ancient mind, too, is anointed with useful, creative spirits! 

And will this weak, mediocre man ever understand that he is obliged to keep and guard within himself, as a mark of stigma, the human law: the great Humanity, which never asks in self-sacrifice - but gives?! And will the sentimental and sacred trust of the common evening stories remain? From where can there be progress towards a more accepting social attitude?

Will there still remain, in the reddening sunset of immortal romances, the fateful vow: "If you accept me, you will be by my side for thirty more years, for I need your life-saving love! " - I am well past thirty, and, reflecting on this wicked age, I would humbly warn them with a formula of soul-consuming linguistic barbarisms, for it may be that the alamusian desire to act is also a cowardice, it may be that the blind men of ages to come will no longer really understand the power of these present compliments - but perhaps the disembodied heart-spirit of humanity will embrace the ever-thought-of idea-rocon we are with it!