70. we were born loyal, and that’s what killed us. soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of king misery, he"s our lord and master. when we misbehave, he tightens his grip. his fingers are around our neck, that makes it hard to talk, got to be careful if we want to eat. for nothing at all he"ll choke you. it"s not a life!"

louis ferdinand celine *journey to the end of the night*