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What good is a writer if he can't destroy literature? And us... what good are we if we don't help as much as we can in that destruction?

Julio Cortazar (2016). “Hopscotch, Blow-Up, We Love Glenda So Much”, p.491, Everyman's Library
What good is a writer if he can't destroy literature? And us... what good are we if we don't help as much as we can in that destruction?