First the mania for confession, then the mania for clarity, issued from you, dark, hypocriticalsentiment! Let them nowcondemn my every passion, let themdrag me through the mud, call me twisted, foul pervert, dilettante, perjurer;you keep me apart, give me life’s assurance: I burn at the stake, play the card of fireand win: I win this small, vast possession, my infinite, miserable pitywhich makes even righteous anger my friend. And I can do this because I’ve endured you too long! . Pier Paolo Pasolini
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