Céline Sarte said:
"Maybe Celine is the only one that remains of us all"
In occupied France, 1948, Céline receives in his country house the annoying hypocrite visit Sartre, ugly around him like a marshmallow and foolish as a young man slippers. The speculative that Céline Sartre asked to use its influence in the National Socialist Party to intercede for him to allow him to publish his work. Céline responds with annoyance to this prerogative, in fact, has no upward on party and in any case can only be shared with the Fuhrer-Semitism. Ultimately sent to ask for favors elsewhere, ie, fuck. Once released
France, Céline falls into the misfortune of ostracism and rejection, Sartre takes the stigma they have been subjected to shout Ferdinang unfortunate since his famous newspaper "Les temps modernes" that: "If you could sustain Céline socialist view of the Nazis is because he was paid "(" Portrait of an anti-Semite "1945).
Céline repond:
"Do not read much, I have no time. Too many years lost in nonsense and in prison! But I pressed, I pray, annoy me. It is imperative that you read, it seems, a kind of article, Portrait of an anti-Semite Jean-Baptiste Sartre (Les Temps Modernes, December 1945). I walk the long task, I glance, is neither good nor bad, it's nothing, pastiche ... "A-la-way-of" ... That Dwarf l'J.-BS read Etourdi, Tulipes l'Amateur, etc. Was charmed, of course, leaves no more ... Always J.-school this BS! always with the pastiches, "A-la-way-to" ... also in the manner of Celine ... and many others ... "Whores", etc. "Replacement heads" ... "Maia" ... Nothing serious, indeed. Drag your ass a lot of those "A-la-way-of" ... What I can do? Sweltering, unforgiving, wimp, traitors, semisanguijuelas, semitenias not doing me any honor, never talk about them, that's all. Progeny of darkness. Decency! Oh! I would not wish any harm to the dwarf-BS J. Their fate is already quite cruel! Since this is a task I would have gladly given twenty-seven would not have spoken more about it ... But on page 462 the soretito baffles me! Ah! The bloody carcass rotting What dares to write? "
(...)
"J.-B. S obviously speaking of himself when he writes on page 451:" This man fears any kind of loneliness, both of genius as the murderer. "Let us understand what you mean ... Based on the faith of J.-B. S weekly but is not seen as a genius. For my part, and based on their own texts, I am forced to see J.-B. S as a murderer, and even better, like a damn pimp , a disgusting, filthy, filthy snitch, a cane with glasses. As I start to pack! not for my age, or the state where I am ... I was disgusted to conclude there ... ready ... and ponder ... Murderer cool? There are cases ... After all ... Is it perhaps the case of Sartre? Murderer is, would be, let us understand, but what's great? "The poop is on my ass is cool? "Hum? ... Let's see ... yeah, right, that can soar to hatch ... ... but J.-B. S? "The eyes of the fetus? Are those narrow shoulders? Is that busardita? Had, insurance, human had located where they know ... and philosopher! ... "
Who does not hate Sartre? When you do not feel when they see his picture, and basic human emotion of disgust, I give five minutes of my own time to insult here. Come bastards.
Sartre, you're a knitting alepantada a comeculos andover, a doodle wrong, a picture still, a frog without legs seized. Neither in philosophy you have in mind. Are the most zero (and left were) given to us mankind. You are the Lord of Bovuoir, you skirt that uncovered the knee, are a being that is not even. Fuck you all the times you can .... and have always been in the dying.
In occupied France, 1948, Céline receives in his country house the annoying hypocrite visit Sartre, ugly around him like a marshmallow and foolish as a young man slippers. The speculative that Céline Sartre asked to use its influence in the National Socialist Party to intercede for him to allow him to publish his work. Céline responds with annoyance to this prerogative, in fact, has no upward on party and in any case can only be shared with the Fuhrer-Semitism. Ultimately sent to ask for favors elsewhere, ie, fuck. Once released
France, Céline falls into the misfortune of ostracism and rejection, Sartre takes the stigma they have been subjected to shout Ferdinang unfortunate since his famous newspaper "Les temps modernes" that: "If you could sustain Céline socialist view of the Nazis is because he was paid "(" Portrait of an anti-Semite "1945).
"Do not read much, I have no time. Too many years lost in nonsense and in prison! But I pressed, I pray, annoy me. It is imperative that you read, it seems, a kind of article, Portrait of an anti-Semite Jean-Baptiste Sartre (Les Temps Modernes, December 1945). I walk the long task, I glance, is neither good nor bad, it's nothing, pastiche ... "A-la-way-of" ... That Dwarf l'J.-BS read Etourdi, Tulipes l'Amateur, etc. Was charmed, of course, leaves no more ... Always J.-school this BS! always with the pastiches, "A-la-way-to" ... also in the manner of Celine ... and many others ... "Whores", etc. "Replacement heads" ... "Maia" ... Nothing serious, indeed. Drag your ass a lot of those "A-la-way-of" ... What I can do? Sweltering, unforgiving, wimp, traitors, semisanguijuelas, semitenias not doing me any honor, never talk about them, that's all. Progeny of darkness. Decency! Oh! I would not wish any harm to the dwarf-BS J. Their fate is already quite cruel! Since this is a task I would have gladly given twenty-seven would not have spoken more about it ... But on page 462 the soretito baffles me! Ah! The bloody carcass rotting What dares to write? "
(...)
"J.-B. S obviously speaking of himself when he writes on page 451:" This man fears any kind of loneliness, both of genius as the murderer. "Let us understand what you mean ... Based on the faith of J.-B. S weekly but is not seen as a genius. For my part, and based on their own texts, I am forced to see J.-B. S as a murderer, and even better, like a damn pimp , a disgusting, filthy, filthy snitch, a cane with glasses. As I start to pack! not for my age, or the state where I am ... I was disgusted to conclude there ... ready ... and ponder ... Murderer cool? There are cases ... After all ... Is it perhaps the case of Sartre? Murderer is, would be, let us understand, but what's great? "The poop is on my ass is cool? "Hum? ... Let's see ... yeah, right, that can soar to hatch ... ... but J.-B. S? "The eyes of the fetus? Are those narrow shoulders? Is that busardita? Had, insurance, human had located where they know ... and philosopher! ... "
Who does not hate Sartre? When you do not feel when they see his picture, and basic human emotion of disgust, I give five minutes of my own time to insult here. Come bastards.
Sartre, you're a knitting alepantada a comeculos andover, a doodle wrong, a picture still, a frog without legs seized. Neither in philosophy you have in mind. Are the most zero (and left were) given to us mankind. You are the Lord of Bovuoir, you skirt that uncovered the knee, are a being that is not even. Fuck you all the times you can .... and have always been in the dying.
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