"Everything's in ruins, everything's been degraded, but I could say that they've ruined and degraded everything, because this is not some kind of cat… - László Krasznahorkai

"Everything's in ruins, everything's been degraded, but I could say that they've ruined and degraded everything, because this is not some kind of cataclysm coming about with so-called "innocent" human aid, on the contrary, it's about man's own judgment over his own self, which of course god has a big hand in, or, dare I say, takes part in, and whatever he takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine, because, you see, the world has been debased, so it doesn't matter what I say because everything has been debased that they've acquired and since they've acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they've debased everything, because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they've debased; this is the way it was until the final victory, until the triumphant end; acquire, debase, debase, acquire; or I can put it differently if you'd like, to touch, debase and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire and thereby debase; it's been going on like this for centuries, on, on and on; this and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on; yet only in one way; like a rat attacks from ambush; because for this perfect victory it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything's that's excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight, there shouldn't be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side meaning the disappearing of the excellent, the great, the noble, so that by now the winners who have won by attacking from ambush rule the earth and there isn't a single tiny nook where one can hide something from them because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs, even things that they can't reach but they do reach are also theirs; the heavens are already theirs and theirs are all our dreams; theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence; even immortality is theirs, you understand?; everything, everything is lost

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About László Krasznahorkai

László Krasznahorkai (; born 5 January 1954) is a Hungarian novelist and screenwriter known for difficult and demanding novels, often labeled postmodern, with dystopian and melancholic themes. Several of his works, including his novels Satantango (, 1985) and The Melancholy of Resistance (, 1989), have been turned into feature films by Hungarian film director Béla Tarr.

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Native Name: Krasznahorkai László
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Cele doua ceasuri arata, concomitent, doua forme diferite de timp, desi pe ambele destul de inexact. Al nostru intarzie peste masura, iar cel de acolo de afara... nu masoara timpul, ci eternitatea aservirii, iar cu treaba asta avem de-a face cat are de-a face creanga cu ploaia: suntem neputinciosi.

(...)de tal manera que no sólo apareciera la imagen, sino la realidad misma de la perfección paradisíaca que, aun dando la impresión de mostrar un mar inquieto, olas arremolinadas en torno a rocas salvajes, sumía a quien la veía en la inconmensurable simplicidad de la belleza, en la sensación de que todo existe y nada existe todavía, de que las cosas y procesos que viven a una velocidad inasible y terrible, encerrados en la necesidad aparentemente inagotable del alumbramiento y la desaparición, pueden soportar aun así una regularidad fascinante que es tan profunda como la impotencia de las palabras ante un paisaje incomprensible e inaccesible por su hermosura, como la fría secuencia de las miríadas de olas en la enorme extensión del océano, como un patio en un monasterio donde en la calma de una superficie cubierta uniformemente con guijarros blancos y rastrillada primorosamente pueden posarse y descansar unos ojos asustados, una mirada perdida en el delirio, una mente abatida, y experimentar cómo cobra vida de pronto un pensamiento antiquísimo de contenido ya ensombrecido y cómo comienza a verse de súbito que: sólo existe el todo, no los detalles.

empirical evidence is precisely that which is sacred in so-called scientific thought, and by these means — there’s no point in denying it — we can go far, but at the same time, by following this method, we greatly distance ourselves from the problem, because it’s so, but so manifest that empirical proof itself is something that no one has ever heretofore truly dealt with, namely, no one has ever wished genuinely to confront the deeply problematic nature of empirical verification as such, because whoever did this went mad, or appeared to be a pure dilettante,

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