I've got plenty of courage, as much as you! ... Only, if you want the whole truth ... everything, absolutely everything! disgusts me and turns my stomach!
Not just you! ... Everything! ... And love most of all! ... Yours as much as anyone else's! ... The sentimental tripe you dish out ... Want me to tell you what I think of it? I think it's like making love in the crapper! Do you get me now? ... All the sentiment you trot out to make me stick with you hits me like an insult, if you want to know ... And to make it worse, you don't even realize it, you're the one that's rotten because you don't understand! ... You're satisfied repeating the rubbish other people say ... You think it makes sense ... People have told you there's nothing better than love, they've told you it'll go down with everybody, everywhere and always, and that's good enough for you ... Well, I say fuck their love! ... You hear? ... Their putrid love doesn't go down with me ... not anymore! ... You've missed the train! You're too late! It won't go down anymore, and that's that! ... What a stupid thing to get steamed up about! ... Why do you have to make love, considering all the things that are happening? ... All the things we see around us! ... Or are you blind? ... More likely you just don't give a damn! You wallow in sentiment when you're a worse brute than anybody ... You want to eat rotten meat? ... With love sauce? ... Does that help it down? ... Not with me!
— Louis-Ferdinand Céline
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