Chapter LIV

Of the hatred of youth toward those who quote. The quoter is their enemy.

"I would place spelling itself in the hands of the hangman." (Th. Gautier.)

Immovable desire of prostitution in the heart of man, whence springs his horror of solitude.--He wishes to be _two_. The genius wishes to be _one_, hence alone. Glory is in remaining _one_, and in prostituting one's self in a particular way.

It is that horror of solitude, the need of forgetting his _ego_ in the outer flesh, that man nobly calls the _need of love_.

Two fine religions, immortally planted on the mature, eternal obsessions of the people: the ancient phallus, and "Vive Barbés!" or "A bas Philippe!" or "Vive la République!"