Cuando te detienes a observar, por ejemplo, el modo como se forman y profieren las palabras, no resisten nuestras frases al desastre de su baboso decorado. Es más complicado y más penoso que la defecación, nuestro esfuerzo mecánico de la conversación. Esa corola de carne abotargada, la boca que se agita silbando, aspira y se debate, lanza toda clase de sonidos viscosos a través de la hedionda barrera de la caries dental, ¡qué castigo! Y, sin embargo, eso es lo que nos exhortan a transponer en ideal. Es difícil. Puesto que no somos sino recintos de tripas tibias y a medio pudrir, siempre tendremos dificultades con el sentimiento. Enamorarse no es nada, permanecer juntos es lo difícil. La basura, en cambio, no pretende durar ni crecer. En ese sentido, somos mucho más desgraciados que la mierda, ese empeño de perseverar en nuestro estado constituye la increíble tortura.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineMy one and only chicken, bequeathed to me by Robinson, dreaded the noon hour the same as I did, he'd go back in with me. For three weeks the chicken lived with me like that, following me like a dog, clucking constantly, seeing snakes wherever he went. One day of extreme boredom, I ate him.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineThey were conscientious, you couldn't deny it, and they were also flabby, heartless sons-of-bitches. In other words, they were well chosen, as mindlessly enthusiastic as any employer could dream of. Sons that would have delighted my mother, worshiping their bosses, if only she could have had one all to herself, a son she could have been proud of in the eyes of the world, a real legitimate son.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineStichwörter: journey-to-the-end-of-the-night louis-ferdinand-céline
Laziness is almost as compelling as life. The new farce you're having to play crushes you with its banality, and all in all it takes more cowardice than courage to start all over again.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineI've never been able to forget the infinite little smile of pure affection that danced across his livid face. Enough gaiety to fill the universe.
Few people past twenty preserve any of the affection, the affection of animals. This world isn't what we expected. So our looks change! They change plenty! We made a mistake! And turned into a thorough stinker in next to no time! Past twenty it shows in our face! A mistake! Our face is just a mistake!
People cling to their rotten memories, to all their misfortunes, and you can't pry them loose. These things keep them busy. They avenge themselves for the injustice of the present by smearing the future inside them with this shit. They're cowards deep down, and just. That's their nature.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineВярно беше това, което ми бе обяснил, че във "Форд" взимат когото и да е. Не лъжеше. Отначало имах съмнения, защото сиромасите лесно започват да си въобразяват. От един момент нататък при мизерията умът не прекарва цялото си време с тялото. Прекалено зле му е вътре. Нещото, което ви говори тогава, е почти само душата. Не може да ѝ се търси отговорност на душата
Louis-Ferdinand CélineNear the kiosk the old lady who sold refreshments seemed slowly to be gathering all the shadows of evening about her skirts.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineStichwörter: france
Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineGelecekten söz eden her kimse namussuzdur,tek geçerli olan güncel olandır.Kendi ölümsüzlüğüne değinmek,solucanlara söylev çekmeye benzer.
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