 His pervasive aestheticism certainly displayed a character that I believe, is technically describable as “schizoid”, there was something, queer, detached, surreal, incompletely human about it. His colorless simple objects are not things that one can touch and handle, and his villagers who sell apples one by one taken from a drawer, and then ritually count them as they are taken out, or who assure themselves that something is red by taking a named sample of red out of their pockets, are plainly the inhabitants of a dream or a nightmare, and not of a possible village. (W: 21)