I love these stories from over a hundred years ago. They have a completely unique, dreamlike style, an unreal charm, which is, however, original and completely different from the stereotypical today's magical realism. Apollinaire, who coined the word (concept) "surrealism" (in 1917), but died (in 1918) before surrealism was actually born in literature, wrote stories in his own style and did not have time to popularize this style before his death. No one ever made a continuation - maybe it's a pity, but maybe it's better than if it had become an everyday occurrence in the literary industry, some unbearable mannerism present everywhere, like the commercialized magical realism that is now forced into almost every romance and even into crime story.