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IN A SACRED MANNER WE LIVE_
                                          







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PRIMITIVE FIRE
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- I succeeded in erasing from my mind all human hope. Upon every joy, in order to strangle it, I made the muffled leap of the wild beast.
- I summoned the executioners in order to bite the butts of their guns as I was dying. I summoned the plagues to suffocate myself with sand, with blood. Misfortune was my god. I stretched myself out in the mud. I dried myself in the air of crime. And I played some fine tricks on madness. 
- And spring brought me the horrifying laughter of the idiot.

--- Arthur Rimbaud,  A Season in Hell