Max Frye. A book for people like me (№ 126119)

My strange solitaire converged; ears buzzed whispers: I was born at the end of the New time, shortly before the first take of the return of the middle ages, I from grandmother left, I from the grandfather left, and nicer everything else seemed to me the occupation of the magician, deepest, inmost aspiration of my instincts urged me not to settle for what is called "reality" and what at times seemed a foolish fantasy adults; I have used it with terror, then with a sneer to reject this reality, and I burned with the desire to cast a spell on her to transform, to bring her own limits and from you, Fox, not cunning to leave, because I'm quite advanced on the Eastern path Lao Tzu and "And the Jing" to clearly recognize a random, but because of the malleable nature of so-called reality...
You can change the world, not having even the proverbial "fulcrum" of pure foppery.