
Bulgarian-born Swiss and British Jewish modernist novelist, playwright, memoirist, and non-fiction writer (1905–1994)
Missing: 3, 4, 6, 8. Present digits repeat to show how many times they occur.
Eleven is a master number in Western practice: reduced it is 2, but the tradition holds it unreduced because a doubled 1 is read as intensified rather than merely summed. It is associated with sudden insight, unusual perception, and a nervous system that runs hot. The reading is consistent that master numbers are a burden before they are a gift — the perception arrives whether or not there is anywhere to put it.
The 1-5-9 diagonal complete. Read as determination that survives the middle of a project, when the initial energy has gone and the result is not yet visible.
Concentrated sensitivity. Read as perception so continuous it becomes hard to switch off.
Read as difficulty getting the inner picture out — the thought is complete, the expression lags. Often described in people whose written voice is far stronger than their spoken one.
Read as impatience with structure and maintenance. Associated with starting well and leaving the scaffolding to someone else.
Read as a complicated relationship with obligation — either avoiding it or over-shouldering it, rarely a settled middle.
Read as discomfort with power and money — not incapacity, but an unwillingness to claim authority openly.
Moolank 7 comes from the day of the month alone; Bhagyank 2 from the whole date. They differ, which is the ordinary case — the two numbers answer different questions.
The descending lunar node — the other shadow graha. Detachment, renunciation, the unfinished. Read as spiritual pull and worldly indifference.
Bhagyank uses the same arithmetic as the Western life path, so the two will always agree. That is not two traditions confirming each other — it is one calculation under two names.
Alles, was man vergessen hat, schreit im Traum um Hilfe.
I was never drawn to experiment with language; I take note of such experiments, but avoid them in my own writing. The reason is that the substance of life claims me completely. To indulge in linguistic experiments is to ignore the greater part of this substance, leaving all but a tiny portion untouched and unused, as if a musician were to ceaselessly play an instrument with his little finger only.
Is there still a possibility of public truth?The prime condition for that would be that you pose your own questions, not just answer them. The questions of others have a distorting influence, one adapts to them, accepts words and concepts that should be avoided at all costs.Ideally, you should use only words which you have filled with new meaning.
I hate judgments that only crush and don't transform.
One who, alone, would be unconquerable. But he weakens himself with allegiances.
I can't be twenty-two again. I can't subject myself to the same compulsion that, at the time, appeared to me as freedom and gave me wings.
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