Oh! La! La!

Well, glory be! The Devil really does exist!

Once I was amiable, loved life and all it includes, even hateful women, but now it infects me.

Take some advice, my young admirer, and don’t imitate me, neither my mannerisms nor my dreams, what I do or what you think I do.

Remember, Death will even cheat at chess, seamy Death will sell strips of your bedding to your admirers, sacred Death will publish you on toilet walls.

But tomorrow, for me at least, it will have been worth it; tomorrow I am going to stun you, and everyone, stun the whole world, like the rocket once let off by the prudent unobserved boy, which tricked itself into constellation.