| Excerpt from; "A Season In Hell" by Arthur Rimbaud ONCE, IF MY MEMORY SERVES ME WELL, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed. One night I seated beauty on my lap. I found her bitter and cursed. I armed myself against justice. I fled. O Witches, Misery, Hate, my treasure has been entrusted in you! I set out to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to suffocate it, I pounced with the stealth of a wild beast. |
| Arthur Rimbaud 1854-1891 |
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