"I sat on a rock near the sea. A ship had just put out from shore a fun sail: an imperceptible dot had appeared on the horizon and was gradually approaching, growing rapidly, pushed on by the squall. The storm was going to begin its onslaughts and already the sky was darkening, turning into a blackness almost as hideous as a man's heart ..."
- Comte de Lautréamont
Les Chants de Maldoror
Ah, Isidore Isidore! You were the one ... well ... until you got insane ...
Happy passover ...
