Everything in his life is a forgery, including his / her family tree

Everything in his life is a forgery, including his / her family tree

If there is a fatality in the fact that, there is also the disposition connected with symbolist drama to reveal some greatest secret. Motivation is impelled by the particular promise of a idea to the mystery, this expected coverage behind the particular door with all the hole. Nevertheless the nothing that is definitely not there suggests only the little that is, and that the answer is somewhere else, not-seen, otherworldly—unless it end up being, as in often the hermeneutics of Freud, the fact that wherever the images lead many people disappear at some crisis in the dream's navel, and thence through the mycelium (the term is Freud's, but you will discover mushroom growths in Strindberg) with its filamenting nerve comes to an end of thought. Which is the actual interpretation, deferred and impelled by multiplicity, as abundant, perhaps, as the soul-complex. Prior to door is sooner or later exposed, the Officer would like a new locksmith, but rather it does not take Glazier who turns up, to the system with its symbols is usually as well scopophilic: what is expected is not a major but some sort of seer, often the irony being that perception is consummated—as in this restored mystery of Artaud's alchemical theater—in and by their sonorous substance, this exposed streaming realization. Precisely what we discover and precisely how we see it, along with seeing collapsing upon alone, as in a residence of mirrors, is truly the material of of which other Strindbergian dilemma, Often