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"The first novel we read is Robinson. The first philosophy is Büchner. Robinson sweet milk. Büchner is sweet poison. This poison has the same effect on the soul as the first pipe had on the body. Because only immature minds read it seriously, who cannot yet counter-think. Büchner says that there is no God, because we cannot see him, and because the Earth is not a paradise garden. His head is the lantern with which to light into the temple of Infinity. His hand is the power to pull God down from the centre of the universe. What a simpleton! If Buechner had been born a painter, he would certainly have painted the picture of God being dragged by men in chains to the guillotine."