TO MY MASTER THE PHILOSOPHER OF THE UNCONSCIOUS EDUARD VON HARTMANN THIS ATTEMPT IN ORNAMENTAL DISENCHANTMENT IS DUTIFULLY INSCRIBED "_Truth is not always in white satin like a girl on her wedding-day. And when it is of mud and of blood, when it offends the nostrils, so much the worse; I, for one, will not sprinkle it with ottar of rose. Besides, I am not here to tell fairy tales and pastorals._"…
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