[l’esprit n’est qu’un miroir où le milieu environnant se reflete transforme d’une maniere outree.]
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Non me ne frega un cazzo.
[But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or same a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploiding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes "Awww!".]
