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Writing on blue of Sardinia who else, at the beginning of his essay with “The Show and the Plague, ” “had a particularly afflicting dream, ” Artaud asks: “But will it be too late to avoid this scourge? Even wrecked, also annihilated, even pulverized and eaten to their pretty marrow, he has learned that we do not die in our dreams, our will operates even in absurdity, even in the negation of possibility, even in the transmutation of fabrications from which fact can easily be remade” (15). In both “wakes up” on this realization, as if involving him or her and plague right now there was “a palpable communication” (17)—confirming Artaud in “the thought connected with symbols together with archetypes which often act such as quiet blows, beds down, steps of the heart, summons of the lymph, inflamed photographs thrust into each of our quickly wakened heads, ” identifying the powers “we are as symbols” (27)—the issue with symbolist crisis (as with expressionism later) is usually that the thrilling promise of a transfigured actuality, to which we come through the dreaming, leaves us all using the everlasting irony of something to be sought after, not necessarily not like the phantasm regarding exclusive reality within a cyberspatial world. We seem to be promised something some other, outside, above, outdoing to all visual appeal the particular technique of manifestation, in case there's an attractive schwindel in the hallucinatory instant, the idea insists mysteriously on keeping the identical. That in itself may be the substance of the secret.On the other hand, what's seriously potent inside Strindberg is this recurring desire to have transcendence that, when push comes to be able to shove within the vale of duplication, is grasped yet again simply by the truth principle, which usually persists through the Dream Take up like the push of gravity itself. If we accomplish not die in each of our dreams—which it appears often the Girl does—sad to claim, and Strindberg knows it, we are not necessarily reborn, for other conditions and even record also figure out that. Speaking of affinities, and even not really an accident associated with record, it has already been noticed before that the Desire Play appeared just about the particular same time, in often the time for the century, as The Decryption of Desires, but the psychopathology regarding the crisis also appears to parallel Freud's Project regarding the Scientific Psychology, which in turn came out some years prior to, in 1895. Whether or perhaps certainly not Strindberg was mindful of either, the affinities will there be, and the images, although the components of shift, substitution, glace, even second revision (the cover-up regarding what's also evident within the dream) would likely by means of now seem familiar good enough as they take place around the multiform landscape having a certain perversity: growing castle, towering forest, circumcised candles, spiky or even difficult flowers and—with the échange of male to be able to feminine, returning to illusion—cave, grotto, corridor, as well while the alluring key by the (maybe anal) cloverleaf hole. As for the particular cathected electri city of this gestural language, its ideographic fervor and entropic drive, there is the autism with the Officer, who attacks this table with his saber in a figure of masturbation and walks up and down before often the cloverleaf hole 2, 555 periods: “Is there an individual inside of? Does anyone reside there? ” (220). What exactly he's looking for he'll never ever find, since the Mother and Father—in some sort of synoptic (if tamer) variation of The Father and The Boogie of Death—will certainly not recognize why they've teased and taunged the other. All they know is exactly what the Mother says as soon as the Pops asks forgiveness: “We could hardly do otherwise” (215), the fact that Daughter as Agnes, spouse of often the Lawyer, has to withstand later in the have fun, the anguish of the idea, not even close to relieved, rather intensified by way of a getting a kid: “And consequently living together with each other is a torment” (233).