For those of you who don't want to squint to read the writing (it's not really supposed to be easily legible), it says ... "The imagination is no longer that abstract little sister who skips rope in a square; you have seated her on your knees and you have read your perdition in her eyes. Listen to her. You will think that at first she doesn't know what she is saying; she knows nothing, and in a minute, with that little hand you kissed, she will caress in the darkness the hallucinations and troubles of the senses. No one knows what she wants, she makes you aware of several worlds at once, until soon you don't know how to believe in this one." That's from Andre Breton's "Caracteres de l'evolution moderne."