Quotation by Max Frisch

"Babylon," exclaimed Rolf, who had to look down again and again at this net of shimmering strings of beads, this skein of light, this endless flowerbed of electric blossoms ... this labyrinth of rectangular windows threaded by gleaming canals, which is repeated over and over again with no change,... half order as though on a chessboard, half confusion, as though the Milky Way had fallen down from the sky ... a mosaic of colored fragments, but mobile, yet at the same time lifeless and cold as glass, then again the Bengal lights of a stage witches' sabbath,... an orgy of discord, of harmony, an orgy of the everyday, technological and mercantile above all; you immediately think of the Arabian Nights.
Max Frisch (1911–1991), Swiss author, critic. Originally published as Stiller, Suhrkamp (1954). I'm Not Stiller, sixth notebook, pp. 273-274, trans. by Michael Bullock, Vintage (1958).

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