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“Ô maudite enfance, qui ne veut pas mourir !”
― Georges Bernanos, Mouchette

“Le mensonge n'a jamais paru répréhensible à Mouchette, car mentir est le plus précieux, et sans doute l'unique ±è°ù¾±±¹¾±±ôè²µ±ð des ³¾¾±²õé°ù²¹²ú±ô±ð²õ.”
― Georges Bernanos, Mouchette

“One is proposing a future to us, one does so by condemning the past. It is into this future also that we want to see clearly. It is these principles that we would like to look at directly. For we already foresee that these new ethics refer to a strange universe, a universe with something sick about it, an elastic universe where our eyes no longer recognize things: but a universe which is that of others, precisely that of which Bernanos had a presentiment when he feared that one day the dreams, locked up in the sly brain of a small Negro shoeshiner in a New York ghetto, would come true. We are there. Our minds are doped. We have been struck by Circe. We have all become Jewish.”
― Maurice Bardèche