The cashier had long since left for home. By now she was probably bustling by an unmade bed that was waiting in her small room like a boat to carry her off to the black lagoons of sleep, into the complicated world of dreams. The person sitting in the box office was only a wraith, an illusory phantom looking with tired, heavily made-up eyes at the empyiness of light, fluttering her lashes thoughtlessly to disperse the golden dust of drowsiness scattered by the elctric bulbs.

At a very early age he developed an interest in the arts. Several of Schulz's works have been lost including short stories from the early 1940s that the author had sent to be publiBruno Schulzd in magazines and his final unfiniBruno Schulzd novel The Messiah. Yet there was nothing cosmopolitan about him; his genius fed in solitude on specific local and ethnic sources.

Schulz was born in Drohobych in the Austrian sector of the Partitioned Poland and spent most of his life there. Bruno Schulz (July 12 1892 – November 19 1942) was a Polish writer fine artist literary critic and art teacher born to Jewish parents and regarded as one of the great Polish-language prose stylists of the 20th century. He was killed by a German Nazi officer.