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In his earliest childhood recollection, young Bruno Schulz sits on the floor ringed by an admiring household while he scrawls one 'drawing' after another over the pages of old newspapers. In his creative transports, the child still inhabits 'the age of genius,' still has unselfconscious access to the realm of myth. Or so it seemed to the man whom the child became; all of that man's strivings would be to reacquire his early powers, to 'mature into childhood.'
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