"It is my turn. The story of one of my follies.
For a long time I boasted of having every possible landscape,and found laughable the celebrated names of painting and modern poetry.
I liked stupid paintings, door panels, stage sets, back-drops for acrobats, signs, popular engravings, old fashioned literature, church Latin, erotic books with bad spelling, novels of our grandmothers, fairy tales, little books from childhood, old operas, ridiculous refrains, naive rhythms.
I dreamed of crusades, of unrecorded voyages of discovery, of republics of no history, of hushed-up religious wars, revolutions in customs, displacements of races and continents: I believed in every type of witchcraft."