QUOTE : But no one leaves. - Let us set out once more on our native roads, burdened with my vice, that vice that since the age of reason has driven roots of suffering into my side - that towers to heaven, beats me, hurls me down, drags me on.<br /><br />Ultimate innocence, final timidity. All's said. Carry no more my loathing and treacheries before the world.<br /><br />Come on! Marching, burdens, the desert, boredom and anger.<br /><br />Hire myself to whom? What beasts adore? What sacred images destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lie maintain? - Through what blood wade?<br /><br />Better to keep away from justice. - A hard life, outright stupor, - with a dried-out fist to lift the coffin lid, lie down, and suffocate. No old age this way, no danger: terror is very un-French.<br /><br />- Ah! I am so forsaken I will offer at any shrine impulses toward perfection.<br /><br />Oh my self-denial, my marvelous Charity! my Selfless love! And still here below!<br /><br />De Profundis Domine, what an ass I am!