A Season in Hell
"The reality is that we are able to pass for that."
Ennio Flaiano
"[. ..] Waiting for God with greed. They are an inferior race from the depths of eternity. Here I am on the banks
Armorican. The cities are lit in the evening. My day is done, I leave Europe.
The sea air will burn my lungs; climates far I tanned. Swimming, treading the grass, chase, especially smoking, drinking hard liquor as a metal hot-as did those dear ancestors around the fires.
come back with limbs of iron, with dark skin, his eyes furious by the mask, I think they are strong race. I will
gold will idle and brutal. Women are full of care for these sick veterans fierce from hot countries.
I'll throw in politics. Salvo.
Now I'm cursed, I have a horror of their country. The best, is a drunken sleep on the beach. "
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