“This descent to the dark powers, this unbinding of spirits by nature bound, dubious embraces and whatever else may go on below, of which one no longer knows anything above ground. . . . It is the vanity and the craving for enjoyment, which is forever whirring around oneself or even around someone else . . . and enjoying it. The wish that a native person sometimes has: ' I would like to die and watch the others crying over me, ' is what such a writer constantly experiences.”