The Search for Identity

The search for identity involves, first of all, recognizing the stable element in the most disparate and distant manifestations, i.e., recognizing the cohesion that emerges during the development of the personality. Sometimes the task is not easy, and this cohesion is not identified in actions, but in a more or less manifest intention, without which what is experienced becomes confused. Identity exists, however, because the individual does not fall apart or become someone else—and finding it is always revealing.

Anyone Who pays attention to the fragility…

Anyone who pays attention to the fragility of human relationships realizes that they cannot be trusted. Sometimes it seems as if they are all born doomed to die. Those that appear to be successful, one just has to wait until the day comes when trust suddenly breaks down and it is all over. It does not even have to be that long: sometimes, for much less, the relationship turns sour, the natural estrangement follows and, before one notices, it is already broken. Not even the best, most lasting relationships are too sure of an untimely end. It is sad to see, but that is the way it is.

The Critic’s Judgment of a Literary Work…

Regardless of the line adopted, the critic’s judgment of a literary work will always be conditioned by the strength with which it has penetrated and imprinted itself on his mind. Therefore, the elements he identifies, such as the cohesiveness of the plot, the truthfulness of the characters, the beauty of the expression, the relevance of the themes addressed, all of this is as if they prove to be as effective as they make the work memorable, and consequently change or enrich the critic’s own understanding of reality. Valuing novelty, then, is justified because novelty shines a new light on the mind. As long as the critic continues to judge along these lines, he will be making a criticism that may be subjective, perhaps unfair, but always authentic. On the other hand, taking the opposite route will always be a waste and a deviation from his function.

When We Overcome Our Fear of Death…

When we overcome our fear of death and look at it with benevolence, the lines we write are filled with new value. If we ignore it, we can be deluded and adopt a false purpose for writing; we can forget the true value of letters. But if we face it, if we accept it and even come to appreciate it, the act of writing takes on something transcendent, and we see the work as the noblest thing we can do.