ABSTRACT
It is a peculiar phenomenon indeed; an author who has not mastered even the rudimentary foundations of his art, who cannot give a bon mot a pure expression, cannot narrate a story well, being only capable of what is usually called good storytelling; and yet an author to whom - even if had written nothing but a singularly humorous dithyramb like the Adam-letter of the defiant, pithy, vigorous, dazzling Leibgeber - the title of a great poet could not without injustice be denied.2
