Remembering: The Silver Eggheads by Fritz Leiber (1961),
a rollicking satire about a future where "wordwooze" is written by
the operators of writing-machines, who still pride themselves on
the glamour of authorship. (Maybe that term ought to displace
"quietude" in our critical vocabulary--since "quietude" sounds
like it's good for something.)

French Symbolisme left its seeds in many other literatures
(though barely in English--Stevens? Plath??)--none more
gaudily than Russia's; & the strangest of the Russian
Symbolists has to be Sologub. He writes like he can't
make up his mind to be a mystic or a Satanist, an aesthete
or a terrorist... Very little of his poetry has been trans-
lated, but a couple of the novels are available. Here's The
Created Legend on pdf.