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Manu says, he who garbels language garbels everything …

—Goddammit, you’ve gotta stop cioranizing! Think pussyteev! demanded Myrtle. Life’s a goddamned fine thing! Live modestly, talk honestly, you’ll be alright! Think of what a blessing it is to wake up every morning with a sob in your throat!

Petjot—Marcel Petiot, Parisian doctor, three years younger than Céline; murdered by injection around seventy people who were trying to flee Nazi-occupied France; Petiot told them they would need to be vaccinated in order to emigrate, injected them with cyanide, and then took their belongings

When we played “Lord of the Rings,” Grandpa wanted to be Sauron. When I said it was against the rules, he beat me with Bolshevism from Moses to Lenin.

For three whole days and nights all he did was sing the praises of massmurderers everywhere. He seemed to know most of them personally.

—They’ve got Jeffrey, he whispered.


Then Grandpa told me all about Jeffrey Dahmer, who had drugged, fucked, and killed blackhomos in some place called Milwokey. Apparently, he’d called and asked for Grandpa’s advice before starting the whole dirty business.

“Schizo-laughter or revolutionary joy, that is what emanates from great books, in place of the anguishes of our little narcissism or the terrors of our guilt …


“An indescribable joy always rushes out of great books, even when they speak of ugly, hopeless, or terrifying things.”


— Gilles Deleuze