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Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.One evening I took Beauty in my arms-- and I thought her bitter-- and I insulted her.I steeled myself against justice.I fled. O witches, O misery, O hate, my treasure was left in your care...I have withered within me all human hope. With the silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy.I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.And springtime brought me the frightful laugh of an idiot.