Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Guilty Have No Past

They stop talking; they take on the aspect of beings of a different order of creation - conjuring themselves at will an instantaneous coat of bristles or assuming the bland passivity of some form of plant life. Their rites are obscure, inexorably secret; calling, we know, for infinite cunning, for ordeal by fear and torture; requiring victims, summary executions, human sacrifices. The particular mysteries are impenetrable; the faithful speak a cryptic tongue; even if we were to chance to overhear unseen, we should be none the wiser.

From Les Enfants Terribles by Jean Cocteau.

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