In My Own Writing, I Think Of

I Am For The Muscles. I Would Like To Have A Lot Of Muscles, Because Women Like It. I'm For Bodybuilding, But It's Very Exhausting.

Father Died Last Year. I Don't Subscribe To The Theory By Which We Only Become Truly Adult When Our Parents Die; We Never Become Truly Adult.

Polemical Debates Happen All The Time In France.

The World Outside Had Its Own Rules, And Those Rules Were Not Human.

A Source Of Permanent, Accessible Pleasure, Our Genitals Exist. The God Who Created Our Misfortune, Who Made Us Short-lived, Vain And Cruel, Has Also Provided This Form Of Meagre Compensation. If We Couldn't Have Sex From Time To Time, What Would Life Be? A Futile Struggle Against Joints That Stiffen, Caries That Form. All Of Which, Moreover, Is As Uninteresting As Humanly Possible - The Collagen Which Makes Muscles Stiffen, The Appearance Of Microbic Cavities In The Gums.