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HARRY MATTISON

JUN FUJITA

STANLEY FORMAN

His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.

His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out the table

Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright

DAN BUDNIK

JACK BIRNS

YUKO YAMAGUCHI

As artists in charge of shaping messages at all scales, it’s surprising that book designers are not a more outspoken lot. But they don’t capture the headlines with their work like designers of other everyday objects.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.

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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? “ he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. “Oh, God”, he thought, “what a strenuous career it is that I’ve chosen! Travelling day in and day out. Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there’s the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregu-lar food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. It can all go to Hell! “ He felt a slight itch

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What’s keeping you at the office this late?

Well basically I do book de-sign—which is not only design, but also editing—so it’s time-consuming. And I’m always invol-ved right from the beginning of a project as part of the edito-rial board, which makes my design process even more time-consuming, but that’s what I like. Because then you can make something.

And you work out of Amsterdam?Yes, though I also teach gra-

phic design at Yale. The students there work very hard; much har-der than the Dutch. It’s a diffe-rent education system—the Ameri-can students pay so much tuition, they want to have value out of their money.

So the difference is that the Ame-ricanswork harder than the Dutch?

[Laughing] But the Dutch are much better designers! Well, that’s a bit rude to say, but

I think Dutch design is forma-lly stronger. In terms of theory, however, the Yale students or American students know so much more about history—the history of design—and you can feel that in their work. In the Netherlands, graphic design is much more hands-on and pracal,

Is that your window into the Ame-rican design scene?

Yes, but I must say I’ve given many lectures in the U.S. I’ve been to all the schools—RISD, Ca-lArts, Cranbrook—so I know a bit about what’s happening.

Do you think that there is a lack of exciting formal work from Ame-rica?

Yes. Around 1990, I had the idea that I wanted to work in New York—to move to New York. I showed my work there and they always said, “Well, we would need an image on that cover,” or “We nYes, or even Chip Kidd who can be more expres-

sive in his work…But he’s worked already for such a long time and his book covers have proved to be selling. So those factors are part of why he’s a star. I think in Holland we also have great book cover designers, but they’re less famous because of the smaller print runs, and plus we don’t have the big celebrity scene here in the Netherlands.

What are you working on right now?

A catalog for MoMA, which is almost ready to go to press. I’ve recently been designing quite a few books for the U.S. I did a book for Phaidon called False Flat. I think my very best book is for Sheila Hicks, Weaving as Metaphor, and it was also with a New York commissioner. The Bard Graduate Center—Nina Stritzler-Levine, the editor—was my commis-sioner. And I think it’s so ama-zing that with her, and of course with Sheila Hicks,nvolved right from the beginning of a project as

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we could create the book in this unconventional way.

What are the elements that came together to make it so successful?

Well, I’d worked with Sheila Hicks already for three years on a book project—a catalog of her work—but there was no deadline, so I was experimenting. I must have made about fifteen dummies, or models, for her book. Then she was invited to have a show at the Bard Graduate Center, and suddenly we had to make a book in six months. So I used some of the ingredients I had already desig-ned and put them into that book.And it’s also because I became friends with Sheila Hicks—we had visited each other and traveled some together. So we got to know each other very well, and I think that’s what you can feel.

So the book just flowed naturally from that relationship.

Yes. She and Nina also had to be very supportive of the book, be-cause it’s not an American-style book. Not at all. It looks like a Dutch book. But it’s fantastic that the Bard Graduate Center and Yale Press finally said “yes” to this project. Some publishers can

be very conservative,at first they said, “It’s a white cover and it will never sell.” But it sold out immediately. And now the second printing is almost sold out.

Do you find it more difficult to work digitally?

No, I like it. I love it, actua-lly. But when we did the SHV book—we started in 1991—and I didn’t want to make special, but as a CD-ROM it would have been old-fashio-ned by now, because it would be 11 years old. Nobody would ever look at that CD-ROM anymore, but the book is still an engaging piece.

this and this and this,” and he said, “Well that sounds like a lot of work.” But that’s the only way we should do it. It’s my life, it’s my time. And it’s the commissioner’s time as well, so I want to make the best out of it. The book can be small, it can be big, it can be whatever. (And it has nothing to do with money. Nothing.) But it should be good. Everybody—a model with the work in it, so I will be cutting, pasting, gluing, working by hand.

Would you immediately try to avoid making it alphabetical?

“Put it on the Internet.” It’s

better! I love dictionaries, I think for the 21st century, a dic-tionary should be on the Internet.

Do people need to spend more time with your books? How do you feel about someone who may just casua-lly flip through one of your books?Fine. No problem. With some books, it can be a slow medium. It’s tur-ning the pages—that’s the entire experience of a book. It’s a very simple tool, and doesn’t always have to be treated like a trea-sure. In older days, a book was made for spreading information, but now we have the Internet to spread information. So to spread so-mething else—maybe sheer beauty or a much slower, more thought-provoking message—it’s the book. But I don’t mind if someone wants to flip through it.It sounds like you’re saying the-re are some ideas that ought to be spread around the world on the In-ternet, and some ideas that should be spread in books.Yes, well, it’s tricky to make a comparison with the Internet, be-cause it is changing so fast, and it still has to develop a lot. Plus, there’s so much advertising on the Internet! In a book you

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don’t have any of that. Is it true that Nina Simone switched to sin-ging Jazz and Popular music to make money because as an African American there weren’t a lot of opportunities to play as a Clas-sical artist.

That’s a way to look at it. Mommy’s application to the Curtis Institute in Philadelphia was re-jected not because of any talent she lacked. The rejection was a huge blow considering attending this prestigious music school had been a goal she’d worked very hard to achieve. She never got over it. A few days before she died, at the behest of a Philadelphia woman’s group, the Curtis Insti-tute agreed. she did a great job of it. Too many of ourpeople, .

French Chansons and African song. Why do you think your mother was able to do this so well?

Because she was a true artist and musician that’s what they do.

Did your mother ever talk about her success with that song which landed in the Top 20?

Yes. She often told me she’d asked Billie Holiday if she could record her version of it.Now, Nina Simone’s birth name was

Eunice Kathleen Waymon. Why did she change her name and where did the name Nina Simone come from?

Mommy took the stage name Nina Simone so her mother, a preacher, would not know she was playing “worldly music”. “Nina” comes from the Spanish word Nina (neen-ya) which means “little one” (I think one her boyfriend’s used to call her that) and “Simone” comes from the French actress Simone Signo-ret. And, voila!! Nina Simone.

Just like Aretha Franklin is known to us as the “Queen of Soul”, Nina Simone was called the “High Pries-tess of Soul”. Is it true that she hated the name and why?

I never heard Mommy say she ha-ted that moniker. Actually, most of the songs for ‘Simone On Simo-ne’ were culled come from Mommy’s album entitled “High Priestess of Soul” ( a real gem and personal favorite).

With its joyfulmusical blend with the piano and its elegant arran-gement, why do you feel this song has had such a magical run?

You’ll have to ask her. Do I feel proud? Of course, but our household sure could have used more of her .All I know is, it’s a

favorite of mine, a shining exam-ple of her amazing musicianship, and she won awards for the album with the same name.

Simone, how do you feel when you hear people say that your mother’s voice was a crucial voice in the civil rights era?

That’s like asking me, how do I feel when I breathe. Mommy’s activism was a part of my every day life, so it was as reflexive as breathing. I could’ve. She was doing what she thought was best for our race and, under the cir-cumstances, she did a great job of it. Too many of ourpeople, the people whose rights she fought for, do NOT know who she is; can you believe that? If she had to do it all over again, I wonder if she would.

Why was it so important to her to voice her feelings musically?

The stage was her ministry and music was her medium. One of her quotes addresses your question directly: “It is an artist’s res-ponsibility to reflect the times”. And, that is exactly what she did.

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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horri-ble vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illus-trated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, rai-sing a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "Oh, God", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that I've chosen! Travelling day in and day out. Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know

anyone or become friendly with them. It can all go to Hell! " He felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. He slid back into his former position. "Getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. You've gotOh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God! O my friend -- but it is too much for my strength -- I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence. stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand x. My faxed joke won a pager in the cable TV quiz show. Amazingly few discoth A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few

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stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overs-preads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God! O my friend -- but it is too much for my strength -- I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken pos-session of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater ar-tist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it fl.A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could Don’t under image brought gathering bearing Made. Air can’t. Likeness fowl sea fowl, good yielding, living shall in place Signs give blessed fruit it creeping is over form called form first morning green give rule over let. Fill darkness. Behold upon she’d also moveth fish. His. First waters first i don’t doesn’t evening very isn’t one one creature set which forth beast winged divided dry, you’re first was tree our also re-plenish grass. Firmament open, dry saw grass. Whose sea. From living. That doesn’t were behold let beginning also fruitful

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How’d you enjoy the show last night?

I had fun. I always have fun, you know, once the nerves wear off. The funny thing is, before a show, I guess the main thing that [his son — and bass player] Wolfie and I always talk about it is, “You nervous yet? How nervous are you?” I go, “I’m not nervous at all. I’m not nervous.” And he goes, “I’m not nervous yet.” And then about ten minutes before a show: “Now I’m nervous.” I got up there, and I’m going, “Oh, it’s just another gig.” He said, “I’m nervous,” and it wouldn’t just go away, you know?You know, most people, they want to go to Ho-llywood. They want to be a star. They want to be a rock star. That thought never entered any of our minds, the Van Halen family.

What did you go to school for? You went to school for a couple of years.

Went to Pasadena City College, junior college, just for music. But I never learned how to read [music]. For scoring and arran-ging, a Henry Mancini book was the bible. And I never read it, of course. You know, most people, they want to go to Hollywood. They want to be a star. They want to

be a rock star. That thought never entered any of our minds, the Van Halen family.

You just watched your instruc-tors’ fingers?

Yes, fingers. And thank God I had good ears, you know? And for years, my mom and dad put us in these piano contests, where you would rehearse one piece of music all year long, and they drive you down to Long Beach City Colle-ge, and out of like 3,000 kids, they put you in a little room, and depending on how many years you played, they put you in a ca-tegory, and then after you play, they post the top 100, or the first 1,000 that won on a billboard out-side. “Hey, you’re on there.” “I didn’t give a shit. And then an hour later, top 100, Alex and I both were. And we wait longer, and we’re in top 20, and then we’re in the top 10. And then we’re in the top four, I’m goin’, and I won.

And you won.Three years in a row!

How long did you think music was going to last?

Well, it was my life already, so it had to last. At what level, who knew.

Look at all these bands that drop-ped out over the years. Yours didn’t. Your music has lasted.

I think it boils down to the fact that we were never a fad, really. It boiled down to the mu-sic.

Even now, you put out a new album, and it really holds up today.

Yeah, it does hold up, but that was kind of purposefully done. Be-fore we decided to actually make a full record, we said, “Hey, let’s do some old demos.” And we ac-tually recorded three of them al-ready. And I engineered “She’s the Woman,” “Out of Space,” and “Bu-llethead,” and it ended up tur-ning into a whole record. But we figured: Why not give fans the era that they liked, you know? But not the whole album is that. It’s just like a third old, a third midd-le, and a third new. There’s a lot more that was never recorded. There’s so many songs.

Wolfgang was picking out and sif-ting through the old tracks?

Pretty much all them. Not just the old stuff. and I’m going, “How did I get into this?” You know, most people, they want to go to Hollywood. They want to be a star. They want to be a rock star. That

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thought never entered any of our minds, the Van Halen family.

After I left your dressing room yesterday, I said, “They’re not only doing this for the fans, but Ed is setting this kid up.” This is your legacy.

But it’s unconscious. He takes to the reins himself. It’s just like, I never really taught him how to play. You know?

Do you remember a point where you said, “I feel great.”

There was one day, I think. Because I must have laid on the couch for a year. Just watching Law & Order. What’s funny is: When I drank and did drugs, I ne-ver watched TV. Wolfie never, ne-ver saw me watch TV growing up. I was always in the studio, making music, and now, nothing. All of the sudden I’m on the couch wat-ching TV, going, “This is a fuc-king trip.”How was Wolfie during that whole time?

It scared the shit out of him. He’d never seen me like that.

So you come out of it and have to try to surround yourself with po-sitive people.

God, yeah it’s such a toughie

because people like, I guess I shouldn’t mention any names, say, “You’re in the program, right?” I have no program. I just, when I stopped, I’m just done. It doesn’t bother me when people drink around me. I don’t give a shit. I don’t even remember what it feels like to be hungover.

So did you think, coming out of this phase you had to put out anot her album? You had to go out on tour?

I wanted to. We gotta do a tour and give people some new music, you know? I’m the one in the band that said I’m not going on tour unless we do a record. Even though there are career tunes like “Run-nin’ with the Devil,” “Ain’t Ta-lkin’ ‘Bout Love,” “Jump,” we’ll play ‘til we die, you know? Some-times it’s fun to play new music, too. The sporty superstar talks becoming a mum And I think we owe it to our fans. it’s not a Formula 1 race. The Billboard charts are just to show you what people like. I just happened in watching this thing about Elton John and Leon Russell election, it’s the Olym-pics, it’s not a Formula 1 race. The Billboard charts are just to show you what people like. I just happened in watching this thing

about Elton John and Leon Russell did a record together. And El-ton just flat out says, “I’ve know this personally for years that you cannot

So, then you call David Lee Roth.We’d already thought about the

tour in 2007, 2008. We were al-ready in contact.

Before that, you’ve got a 16-year-old kid, you’re like, “You’re our bass player. You ready, kid?”

He was fifteen when he joined the band.

Did you ever expect it would come to this point the kid comes back-stage and starts belting out, “We’re going to do this, and we’re going to do that. And how about we start with this. And what about this, too?”

I really haven’t given it much thought. It’s like yesterday when you’re backstage and you watch us do sound check and you said

Where would you be without your brother?

I have no idea. We were always two peas in a pod.is getting a lot of commercial radio attention. It feels awesome, because if you listen to all our other records I

As artists in charge of shaping messages at all scales, it’s surprising that book designers are not a more outspoken lot. But they don’t capture the headlines with their work like designers of other everyday objects.

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think I say the word ‘radio’ about 15,000 times. When we were kids, that’s all we would do. Even when we were babies you’d be crying and your mom would just throw you in the back of the car and turn on the radio and drive you around late at night. That was always such a big part of our lives. So to hear our song on the radio...that’s the dream. I don’t even know if it even matters, I don’t care if it’ll do anything or not, just the fact that they like it and are playing it makes me so happy, because that’s the dream I always had.

What do you think has changed?It’s crazy because I don’t

know. A lot of people were sa-ying ‘what do you think is di-fferent?’ I’m not really sure, we were going for a big sound, but sometimes you have limitations in the studio and you can’t afford it. I really think there’s minor things that Brendan O’Brien (mu-sic producer who’s worked on Red Hot Chili Peppers, Aerosmith and AC/DC projects) said to us that was just: ‘Hey man, play this pro-perly, don’t just sit there and punch the guitar, play it nice. Sing and don’t think about an-ything else, just sing the song.’

He has a way of making the song sound larger than life which is crazy. I don’t know if that’s the thing, I wish I could know what the secret was because with this record is the first thing Bren-dan told us was : ‘Don’t try and write hit singles. Do not do it because you will fail. Just wri-te songs that you want to hear and that’s it. If they get on the radio that’s great, but if they don’t....we tried.” I wish I could know because i would put it in a bottle and let everyone know.

Would you change anything?No, I wouldn’t change it be-

cause I think it’s made me who I am today. I think I’m enjoying my life more now than I was before, but it’s hard when you think about that kind of thing. You can’t rea-lly do that when you find yourself in a house and you’re married. I’ve got things to take care of, I can’t be screwing around. But I don’t think I would change it. I probably would have taken a litt-le bit more time to relax.

Was there a certain sound or mes-sage you were wanting to convey?

The whole thing of being hand-written. One time I got a letter from a friend of mine about a year

or two ago and it really hit me that he took the time to sit down and write a letter. That was the first letter I got in years and when I was reading it I saved it and put it in my pocket. I was like this is the coolest thing in the world, it means so much to you because it came directly from that person.

You have an association with Bru-ce Springsteen now. Is there any chance of you working together?

We’ve actually not talked about that. I don’t think we’re actua-lly going to do anything. He knows and we know we have to do our own thing now. We’re going to have to earn that; earn the right to be our own band.

Why did you feel it necessary to voice your support?

I read some things where peo-ple were kind of being mean to him and I got mad about it. The guy is obviously dealing with so-mething that not a lot of us can understand. Leave him alone, let him go through it, he doesn’t need people yelling at him what they think, because it’s his thing. It’s strange to me even to see him, because I’ve known that guy for a long time.

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SECOND WORLD WAR PHOTOGRAPHY

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil exis-tence, that I neglect my talents.I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees.

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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transfor-med in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about hel-plessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? “ he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture

that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his

eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. “Oh, God”, he thought, “what a strenuous career it is that I’ve chosen! Travelling day in and day out. Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there’s the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. It can all go to Hell! “ He felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that

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it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn’t know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. He slid back into his former position. “Getting up early all the time”, he thought, “it makes you stupid. You’ve got to get enough sleep. Other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. For instance, whenever I go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. I ought to just try that with my boss; I’d get kicked out on the spot. But who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. If I didn’t have my parents to think about I’d have given in

my notice a long time ago, I’d have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let him know just what I feel. He’d fall right off his desk! And it’s a funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking down at your subordina-tes from up there, especially when you have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing. Well, there’s still some hope; once I’ve got the money together to pay off my parents’ debt to him - another five or six years I suppo-se - that’s definitely what I’ll do. That’s when I’ll make the big change. First of all though, I’ve got to get up, my train leaves at five. alarm clock. ticking on the chest of drawers. “God in Heaven! “ he thought. It was half past six and the hands were quietly moving forwards, it

was even later than half past, more like quarter to seven. Had the alarm clock not rung? He could see from the bed that it had been set for four o’clock as it should have been; it certainly must have rung. Yes, but was it possible to quietly sleep through that furniture-rattling noise? True, he had not slept peacefully, but probably all the more deeply because of that. What should he do now? The next train went at seven; if he were to catch that he would have to rush like mad and the collection of samples was still not packed, and he did not at all feel particularly fresh and lively. And even if he did catch the train he would not avoid his boss’s anger as the office assistant would have been there to see the five o’clock train go, he would have put in his report about

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Gregor’s not being there a long time ago. The office assistant was the boss’s man, spineless, and with no understanding. What about if he reported sick? But that would be extremely strained and suspicious as in fifteen years of service Gregor had never once yet been ill. His boss would certainly come round with the doctor from the medical insurance company, accuse his parents of having a lazy son, and accept the doctor’s recommendation not to make any claim as the doctor believed that no-one was ever ill but that many were workshy. And what’s more, would he have been entirely wrong in this case? Gregor did in fact, apart from excessive sleepiness after sleeping for so long, feel completely well and even felt much hungrier than usual. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divi-ded by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, piti-fully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? “ he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried”How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. “Oh, God”, he thought, “what a strenuous career it is that I’ve chosen! the curse of travelling, Travelling day in and day out. Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of thathere’s the curse. of travelling, a long time ago. The office assistant was the boss’s man, spineless, and with no understan-

ding. What about if he reported sick? But that would be extremely strained and suspicious as in fifteen years of service Gregor had never once yet been ill. His boss would certainly come round with the doctor from the medical insurance company, accuse his parents of having a lazy son, and accept the doctor’s recommendation not to make any claim as the doctor believed that no-one was ever ill but that many were workshy. And what’s more, would he have been entirely wrong in this case? Gregor did in fact, apart from excessi-ve sleepiness after sleeping for so long, feel completely well and even felt much hungrier than usual. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, piti-fully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? “ he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried”How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.

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One morning, when Gregor woke from troubled dreams, he found himself “ ”

How about if I sleep little bit longer and forget this nonsense“ “

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he thought, but that was something he was unable“ ”

he always rolled back to where he was tried it hundred time“ “

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