Celine was a philosopher who knew that philosophy was useless; a fucker who knew that fucking was almost a sham; Celine was an angel and he spit into the eyes of angels and walked down the street. Celine knew everything; I mean he knew as much as there was to know if you only had two arms, two feet, a cock, some years to live or less than that, less than each or any of those. of course, he had a cock.
