Hugo Pulz is a tireless worker, having recently finished my one-hundredth publication.
I keep two secretaries busy writing while I dictate. When the hour comes for me to
commence my literary task for the day, I commence by walking around in the room, my head
slightly elevated, and my eyes looking upward in an angle of about forty-five degrees.
Under these circumstances I dictate the matter and language of my works, while my
secretaries write down the sentences as they fell from my lips.
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