'What is called a beautiful landscape causes me nothing but fatigue. What I like are landscapes of dry and baked earth, with contorted trees and mountains made of rock and with whitish and suspended light. There, yes, a hidden beauty lies. I know that you don't like art either. I was born hard, heroic, alone, and standing. And found my counterpoint in a landscape without picturesqueness and without beauty. Ugliness is my banner of war.'
Clarice
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