“The sky was full of feces and onions. I cursed the unworthy stars whose light flowed out over the earth. . . . Ships of gold, unmanned, crossed the horizon. Gigantic shadows passed across the distant sails. Several centuries separated me from these shadows. I despaired.”

—Guillaume Apollinaire, Onirocritique, 1908. Quoted in The Banquet Years: The Arts in France, 1885-1918, by Roger Shattuck.