We must work until we bleed, W. says. Write until our eyes turn red, and blood runs from our nostrils. Because that's what's going to happen to us when we reach our idea: blood will flow from our noses. Drops of blood, splashing onto the pages on which we are writing …
Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Nietzsche wrote that. With blood, but not our blood. We'll write with God's blood, says W., mystically. It will be the blood of God that falls from our nostrils.
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