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Foreword in "The Last Days of Humanity" by Karl Kraus, 1919.

This drama, including representation, measured in Earth time, extend over a dozen parties, a theater is designed to Mars. Viewers of this world would not resist it. For it is made from the blood of their blood, and its content is ripped from the years unreal, unthinkable, unimaginable for an alert mind, inaccessible to memory and stored only in a bloody dream, years in which characters from the operetta played tragedy of humanity. The action exploded in hundreds of paintings opens on hundreds of hell, it is also impossible, desolate, devoid of heroes. Humor is the reproach yourself for someone who is not mad at the thought of having kept intact the brain by demonstrating that period. Only he who delivers to posterity the shame of their participation, is entitled to that humor. As for his contemporaries, who have tolerated qu'adviennent things described here, they relegate the right to laugh behind the duty to cry. The facts exposed by the most unlikely to have actually occurred, I painted what they simply did. The conversations conducted by the most unlikely were held verbatim; inventions that are most critical are quotes. Phrases whose extravagance is recorded forever in our ears become song of life. The document takes shape, the stories come alive as characters, the characters perish in the form of editorial, the Chronicle received a mouth that utters it in monologues, big words are planted on two legs - many men do have more than one. Voices burst forth, fuming over the time and swell, choir of sacrilege. People who have lived among mankind and survived it, actors and speakers of this with no flesh, but blood, no blood, but ink, are reproduced in the form of shadows and puppets and reduced to the formula of their inconsistency active. Larvae, lemurs, tragic carnival masks, are provided with living names, yet it must be so because in this temporal existence determined by chance had nothing to chance. This does not give anyone the right to regard all this as a local matter. Even what is happening on the Ring in front of Sirk is governed by a cosmic center. Anyone who has bad nerves, although relatively robust to endure the time, he withdrew from the show. Do not expect that the time allowed it to take the horror became tense for anything other than a joke, especially where it resonates in the soft depths of the most horrifying dialects, and to take what she has to live, what it comes survival, for something other than invention. An invention which it honnit content. Because greater than the shame of the war is men who do not want to know anything about: they admit it is but it was not. Those who survived have given up on her, even though the masks parade on Ash Wednesday, they will not be recalled to each other. Oh how understandable disillusionment of an era who, unable to live forever or even to imagine anything living, remains steadfast to its ultimate demise, she also feels little remorse that the effects of the action and has yet developed enough self-preservation for their ears to the recordings of his songs and heroic enough sense of sacrifice for the opportunity to sing. A new war breaks out seems inconceivable at least those for whom the slogan "What do you want, it's war! "Allowed and covered all the infamy, but for whom the mere recall" the war was "disturbing the rest of the survivors deserved. They felt conquer the world market-the purpose for which they were born - a knight in armor and have to settle for a good deal less rosy: scrap the scrap at the flea market. Go talk to them about war in this climate! And there is concern that future releases of the thigh of a present so ravaged, it does not show either a greater understanding of strength, despite a greater distance. Nevertheless, a total admission of guilt also, that belong to humanity that there will certainly be welcome in any place and useful in some time. And "as the spirits of men are still angry," deliver to the high court on
rubbish this message to Horatio who represents the revival:

And let me tell the world who do not know how all this happened
, you will learn
acts carnal, bloody, cons nature
verdicts risky, random killings,
Killings due to violence and perfidy, And
projects that failed, fall
Of those who conceived, all of this I will
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