“If cinema stops parasitizing on literature, how can it learn to walk upright? At the moment we can only form hypotheses based on vague hints. For example, the other day they showed Doctor Caligari, and suddenly a shadow similar to a tadpole appeared in the corner of the screen. It swelled to a gigantic size, trembled, swelled and disappeared, drowned in oblivion. For a moment it seemed that she personified some monstrous, sick fantasy in the brain of a madman. For a moment it seemed as if an outline could express a thought more effectively than words. It seemed that this monstrous, trembling tadpole was the fear itself, and not the statement “I’m scared.”