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" As I say, I knew him well: it was I who, twenty years before, had got him his first scholarship in Paris. I had several times, in those distant days, sent him money taken from my own meager pay, in response to pressing letters, and of course
he had never forgiven me for that. I did not blame him: I preferred ingratitude to servility. Later — much later — he had toured my territory as a member of Parliament and, on his return to Brazzaville, had had a great deal to say about me:
apparently, I wasn’t doing anything to ‘free the backward tribes from the servitude of the past/ In that, too, he was right: I am in no hurry to do so. On the contrary, I have a more and more irresistible longing not only to preserve intact the customs and rites of the African forest, but sometimes even to share in them myself. "
― Romain Gary , The Roots of Heaven
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" I spend the next few days watching Maï die. I can't stand that voice, that protest. Katzenelenbogen shows up and explains in that rational, no-nonsense, doctoral tone that no one has the right to make such a fuss over a cat, while the whole world. . . . . I kick them out, both him and the world.
Maï is no longer a cat. She is a human being in agony. Every living thing that suffers is a human being.
She is cuddled in my arms, a small ball of lackluster fur, which gives her a horrible stuffed air already smacking of taxidermists. Every now and then she raises her head, looks at me inquiringly and miaows a question I understand, but am unable to answer. Our vocal cords are totally inadequate there.
What goings-on about a mere cat, huh? I hate your guts, you antisentimental, antiemotional, hardheaded rationalists. You are the ones who have raised the going rate of sensitivity. You have put all your emphasis on ideas, and ideas without "emotions" and without "sentimentalism," that's the world you have built, your work.
All the pseudo-people who have the Nazi arrogance to be reading this book make my hands ache for a grenade. "
― Romain Gary , White Dog
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" Приехала полиция, стали снимать меня со стойки Эр Франса, я что-то вопил на угро-финском, вмешался Тонтон-Макут, вызвали сантранспорт… Признаюсь, что, потеряв надежду остаться непонятым и выразить таким образом мои братские чувства к близким по духу, к братьям, я впал в ярость и немного помахал кулаками. Потому что больше всего на свете я ненавижу насилие, а когда я увидел санитаров, то сразу понял, что будут усмирять. В таком случае единственный способ доказать свою нормальность — это двинуть кому-то по морде. "
― Romain Gary , Pseudo