However, as words become particularized, and as men begin – in however small a way – to use them in personal, arbitrary ways, so their transformation into art begins. It was words of this kind that, descending on me like a swarm of winged insects, seized on my individuality and sought to shut me up within it. Nevertheless, despite the enemy’s depredations upon my person, I turned their universality – at once a weapon and a weakness – back on them, and to some extent succeeded in using words to universalize to my own individuality.
