O my Good! O my Beautiful!
Appalling fanfare where I do not falter! rack of enchantmants! Hurrah for the wonderful work and for the marvelous
body, for the first time! It began in the midst of children's laughter,
with their laughter will it end. This poison will remain in all our veins
even when, the fanfare turning, we shall be given back to the old
disharmony. O now may we, so worthy of these tortures! fervently take up
the superhuman promise made to our created body and soul: that promise,
that madness! Elegance, science, violence! They promised to bury in
darkness the tree of good and evil, to deport tyrannic respectability so
that we might bring hither our very pure love. It began with a certain
disgust and it ends, - unable to grasp this eternity, - it ends in a
riot of perfumes.
Laughter of children, discretion of slaves, austerity of virgins, loathing of faces and objects here, holy be all of you in memory of this vigil. It began with every sort of boorishness, behold it ends with angels of flame and ice.
Little drunken vigil, holy! if only because of the mask you have bestowed on us. We pronounce you, method! We shall not forget that yesterday you glorified each one of our ages. We have faith in the poison. We know how to give our whole life every day.
Now is the time of the Assassins.
