Arthur Rimbaud. Translated by Wallace Fowlie.
 
Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, 1966. Octavo. Blue boards with gilt lettering along the spine. Ends of the spine are lightly bumped and there is a previous owner's inscription on the first free end paper. Unclipped jacket has rubbing and edge wear with a small tear to the top edge of the rear cover. First edition. Book is near fine (noting the defects) and jacket is in very good condition.
 
“I is another. If the brass wakes the trumpet, it’s not its fault. That’s obvious to me: I witness the unfolding of my own thought: I watch it, I hear it: I make a stroke with the bow: the symphony begins in the depths, or springs with a bound onto the stage.

If the old imbeciles hadn’t discovered only the false significance of Self, we wouldn’t have to now sweep away those millions of skeletons which have been piling up the products of their one-eyed intellect since time immemorial, and claiming themselves to be their authors!”