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>But on page 462 the little turd shocks me! The damned rotten asshole! What does he dare to write? “If Céline supported the socialist theses of the Nazis it’s because he was paid.” And I quote. Yes! This then is what this little dung-beetle wrote while I was in prison risking a hanging. Filthy little bastard full of shit, you come out from between my ass cheeks to soil me from outside! Cain anus ptooey! What are you hoping for? That they murder me! It’s obvious! Here! Let me squash you! Yes!... I see his photos, those bug eyes...that hook...that slobbering leech...he’s a cestode! What won’t he invent, this monster, so that they assassinate me! Barely out of my caca and he denounces me! What’s best is that on page 451 he has the venom to warn us: “A man who finds it natural to denounce men can’t have our notion of honor. He doesn’t even see those for whom he is a benefactor with our eyes; his generosity, his kindness is not like our kindness and generosity: it isn’t possible to localize passion.”
>In my asshole where he can be found we can’t ask of J.B.S. too see clearly or to explain himself simply. J.B.S. it seems has nevertheless foreseen the solitude and obscurity of my anus...J.B.S. obviously is talking about himself when he writes on page 451: “This man fears every kind of solitude, that of the genius as well as that of the assassin.” Let’s understand what this means...Based on the weeklies J.B.S. only sees himself in the skin of a genius. For my part and based on his texts, I am forced to see J.B.S. only in the skin of an assassin, and even more, of a fucking police informant, cursed, hideous, a pain in the ass, rumor monger, a donkey in glasses. Here I am getting carried away! It’s not appropriate for my age or condition!... I was going to close here...disgusted, that’s all...I think it over...Assassin and brilliant? We’ve seen this before...After all...Maybe that’s the case with Sartre. An assassin he is, he wants to be one, that’s understood, but brilliant? Brilliant tiny turd of my ass ? Hmmm?...That remains to be seen...yes, to be sure, that could blossom...make itself known...but J.B.S.? His embryo eyes? His mean and petty shoulders? That fat little gut... and philosopher!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGUe3pojsV4&feature=youtu.be&t=475
Subtitled in English
>>Evidemment Alcide évoluait dans le sublime à son aise et pour ainsi dire familièrement, il tutoyait les anges, ce garçon; et il n'avait l'air de rien. Il avait offert sans presque s'en douter à une petite fille vaguement parente des années de torture, l'annihilement de sa pauvre vie dans cette monotonie torride, sans conditions, sans marchandage, sans intérêt que celui de son bon coeur. Il offrait à cette petite fille assez de tendresse pour refaire un monde entier et cela ne se voyait pas. Il s'endormit d'un coup, à la lueur de la bougie. Je finis par me relever pour bien regarder ses traits à la lumière. Il dormait comme tout le monde. Il avait l'air bien ordinaire. Ca serait pourtant pas si bête s'il y avait quelque chose pour distinguer les bons des méchants.

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>Evidemment Alcide évoluait dans le sublime à son aise et pour ainsi dire familièrement, il tutoyait les anges, ce garçon; et il n'avait l'air de rien. Il avait offert sans presque s'en douter à une petite fille vaguement parente des années de torture, l'annihilement de sa pauvre vie dans cette monotonie torride, sans conditions, sans marchandage, sans intérêt que celui de son bon coeur. Il offrait à cette petite fille assez de tendresse pour refaire un monde entier et cela ne se voyait pas. Il s'endormit d'un coup, à la lueur de la bougie. Je finis par me relever pour bien regarder ses traits à la lumière. Il dormait comme tout le monde. Il avait l'air bien ordinaire. Ca serait pourtant pas si bête s'il y avait quelque chose pour distinguer les bons des méchants.
I can't post the translation because it doesn't even have 5% of the impact and unique beauty of Céline's prose.