"a perhaps apocryphal tale concerning the creator of Tarzan and John Carter. In Burroughs's sunset years, the woman who had for many years known herself to be the designated heir of his considerable estate made the mistake of referring to his fictions as escapist nonsense, supposing that he regarded them in the same light. He did not, and she was cut out of his will. Burroughs believed in his wish-fulfilling tales[...]. It is the secret of their success."
ur The dreams our stuff is made of av Thomas M. Disch
"ODYSSEUS Åt helvete med detta jungfrukrig!
Alla ut"
ur Penthesilea i Dramer av Heinrich von Kleist, övers. H. Engdahl
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