“If it is true that with each language that disappears from the world, something of the imaginary in the world disappears with it, then it is likewise true that with every language that is translated into another, that imaginary gets enriched, namely by an odyssey of searching and a subsequent fixing of meaning. Translation means jumping, and thus means beautiful renunciation. The beauty of this renunciation is what can perhaps at least be discerned in the act of translation.“ -”