"So bring on all the balderdash! Call up reinforcements of imaginary cataclysms! Roll on the enemies, each one more bizarre than the one before! Let’s keep the platforms full! Let’s not shake the foundations… Achtung! Wild coalitions on the horizon!… Mega-carrion conspirators sighted! Start the apocalyptic trials — it’s time to reinvent the Demon! When things go bad that’s where you’ll find him! He’s the scapegoat for all our ills. Lay a trail of red herrings to hide the indigestible truth that the “New Man” just doesn’t work. He’s still the same scoundrel he ever was! Of course, on our side of the border, we’re still having fun! We still haven’t been forced to pretend! We remain “oppressed!” All the evils that Destiny produced lie squarely on the shoulders of the bloodsuckers — that cancer we call “the Exploiter.” Thus we can happily continue to be the sons of bitches that we are in reality. Who’ll ever know!? But when we have nothing left to destroy — and we can’t even bitch and bite — that’s when life starts really becoming unbearable!"
— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Mea Culpa