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Ma mère, Dieu, le diable et moi

by: Balmir Stéphanie

Désolée maman, mon corps n »est plus le temple du Saint-Esprit. Il sera ce soir le temple du désir d’Ermando. Le Saint-Esprit a fui. Il a fui mon corps parce que je ne sais plus être son temple.

J’ai quitté l’église, et le Saint-Esprit, mon corps. Je ne vais plus aux services du dimanche. Je ne veux plus écouter les discours de ces hommes qui vivent de la misère et de l’ignorance des autres je ne peux plus.

Le pasteur Normil est parti. Ton vénéré pasteur est parti comme un vulgaire voleur. Quand je repense à cette histoire, je ris à gorge déployée. Je ris de cette connerie, de cette assemblée et de nous tous. Je ne peux pas m’empêcher. Si tu étais encore là, je serais triste. Triste pour toi maman.


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On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain. These cases are perfectly simple and easy to distinguish. In a free hour, when our power of choice is untrammelled and when nothing prevents our being able to do what we like best, every pleasure is to be welcomed and every pain avoided. But in certain circumstances and owing to the claims of duty or the obligations of business it will frequently occur that pleasures have to be repudiated and annoyances accepted. The wise man therefore always holds in these matters to this principle of selection: he rejects pleasures to secure other greater pleasures, or else he endures pains to avoid worse pains.

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