Well, in the light of the latest developments, I want to clear up all the mess. I don't conceal my natural inclination for dead faints - it's my funeral. But don't convict me of it as something criminal. Everything that you, morons, concern yourself with is kind of trivia and matters that are not your buisness, so frig off here and don't be insulted by my passing you by. Nothing warrants your behavior like that, when I had three hypoxemic collapses during half an hour while you were nailing your eyes on me as some moribund creature. That's absolutest, and sometimes loathsomest, trash.


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Georges Clairin, Ophélia dans les chardons