There cannot be too many movies.  As a member of the cultural police I would order that half a dozen be opened on every street.

The more people rush into the movies, the more a part of the fraud will become tiresome.  Of the hundred thousands who throng the movies, a few hundred every year will return once more to the theater.

The number of theaters in the future will be smaller, but their average quality will be disproportionately better.  The incompetent directors, dramatists, and other squabblers, who until now were parasites on the theater, will find in movie-making a place more suited to their capabilities.  The many mediocre and bad actors who now help keep prices down and block the way will become wonderful cinikers.  A talented shoemaker in the future will not go to theater schools but to film schools.  Lispers, cripples, hunchbacks, mutes, and similar handicapped mimes will be able, more easily and more happily, to find relief in the movies.

(The cinema of boundless possibilities…)

But the theater, thanks to the movies free of hindering ballast and harmful influences, will have to return to the sacred dramatic art.

CHAPTER FROM A FRAGMENTARY NOVEL translated by Harry Radford

Doctor Bryller did become a senior teacher after all.  A furious enemy of his had predicted such a destiny years ago, in the out-of-date periodical “The Other A”.  At that time he was deeply distressed about this insight of his enemy, the truth of which, after thinking intensely about it, he could not deny.  He wrote an intemperate article which was not accepted for publication anywhere.  And one evening he got a little drunk on French sparkling wine, to kill the innate fear which prevented him from beating up his enemy.  But his cowardice did not leave him, even in drunkenness.  Unspeakably unhappy, he gave up the idea of taking revenge.

Now in earnest he began to live a solitary and transfigured life.  He let this be known in an in flammatory manner, just as he had so often done when announcing the agenda of a new trend in art.  And with the profoundest solemnity, as though he were at an important funeral.  He even exploited his failure in order to feel superior.  In point of fact, he lived hardly differently than before.  The only change was that he had actually become more hopeless in an emotional sense.  Now he had to calm himself with the thought:  Even if I could achieve what I wanted to, I would achieve nothing.  While previously his line of thinking ran:  Unfortunately it is indeed true that I can achieve nothing, but what I can achieve is rather good.