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The flag suits the filthy landscape, and our jargon drowns the sound of the drum.
In the interior we shall nourish the most cynical prostitution. We shall massacre all logical revolts. To the spicy, softened countries! – At the service of the most monstrous industrial or military exploitation. Until we meet again; here, no matter where. Conscripts of our good will, we shall have a ferocious philosophy; ignorant of science, cunning for comfort; let the rest of the world perish. This is the real way forward; full march ahead! (Rimbaud, 1986)
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