Just as the office worker dreams of murdering his hated boss and so is saved from really murdering him, so it is with the author; with his great dreams he helps his readers to survive, to avoid their worst intentions. And society, without realizing it respects and even exalts him, albeit with a kind of jealousy, fear and even repulsion, since few people want to discover the horrors that lurk in the depths of their souls. This is the highest mission of great literature, and there is no other.
Ernesto Sabato (born 1911 ) is an Argentine writer (of Italian and ethnic Arbresh/Albanian descent). He earned a PhD in Physics and worked at the Curie Labs but after WWII he lost his faith in science and started writing.
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