A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that’s him, our master. Come, kiss me.
Louis-Ferdinand CelineAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: May 27, 1894
- Died: July 1, 1961
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