Among all peoples of the earth, God is the male sex. We can not place their hope in something else, breast milk and nudity without audacity, when we look at the cold stars, the bubbling of the volcano, the clouds of a typhoon. For
worms man can eat like an old slipper, he must first nature crushes and tramples. The woman, her dark and surrenders. It is vegetation, abundance, growth, development, and landfill and new growth, but as the beast and as lonely as she, the man in the earth without settling or take root. It is a vehicle of life. Where he is, he carries the universe with him.
When you turn around the huge oak tree and you do him the honor of the harvest dance, mouse, be gay. The tree can be very large, it is the sex of the parent, it is a small protuberance of the earth. while the beast with the life she carries within it touches the ground only of his claws.
She goes and looks like him, not the land.
When a man says: "What I did, which I supported, no animal could not stand it," he has experienced the ultimate in suffering.
A man's life in which there is no at this moment was a life lost. This man has legs and it felted so little imprint on the earth he trod that you could slide a sheet of paper between his foot and the earth.
It's nothing, it looks like someone who would drag behind her life in a bag, afraid to forget somewhere.
When you read this, you will naturally show what you're worth, you will recover and, as these mice mountain known as the Lemmings, literally bursting with anger. But I know what I'm saying.
Let's see what happens when a man loves.
When a man puts his head on the woman's breast is that it is the hour of his twilight, the twilight makes all the animals afraid. The man remains alone, and the world around him is an alien world.
(...) All this I say to men, not for women or for those who drag their bag.
women know nothing of what is great and formidable in man. How can they? They have a swagger, they walk through the doors first and are welcomed by all. But here it is not the order of things but of an entirely different problem. It's just like the tree, because he knows that the beast does not eat, to keep it toothless. The women, see our backs arched, our glasses, they see us looked at our files, they see us too young or too old, they see us down with sorrow, they see us unemployed, disoriented in this world, they see us open their doors and smile, they see us close and thick. Nothing, they know nothing!
Joachim Fernau, Report Captain Pax on what is great and formidable in the man, Robert Laffont, Translated from the German by Imogen and Guy Bechtel.
