special power

There is never a hint of a yearning for spiritual aristocracy, never a desire to elevate one's spiritual state. It is truly a populist novel, even more so than Rousseau's, because it does not have the slightest counterpoint to inequality. It was a true absorption in its own love, the smell of the wasteland! The wind that never stops blowing! The magic of the mind! It has a mysterious power that is too powerful for you to be touched by it. You are its prisoner, it is its master, it is the palace of the god of the wasteland, and it accepts only the pilgrimage of the wanderer.