They came from the four corners of the earth, driven by hunger, plague, tumors, and the cold, and stopped here. They couldnโt go any futrther because of the ocean. Thatโs France, thatโs the French people.
Louis-Ferdinand CelineA God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, thatโs him, our master. Come, kiss me.
Louis-Ferdinand CelinePhilosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.
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