How should I know what I'll be, I who don't know what I am? Be what I think? But I think of being so many things! And there are so many who think of being the same thing that we can't all be it! Genius? At this moment A hundred thousand brains are dreaming they're geniuses like me, And it may be that history won't remember even one, All their imagined conquests amounting to so much dung.
The Tobacco Shop (writing as Alvaro de Campos) (1928)