Let us be ferocious, on the contrary! Let's pour brandy over this century of sugar water. Let us drown the bourgeois in a grog at XI thousand degrees and let the mouth burn with it, let him roar with pain! Maybe it's a way to titillate him? There is nothing to be gained by making concessions, by pruning, by dulling, by wanting to please in a word.
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