The young girl of editors. The young girl of editors in chief. The young girl, scarecrow, monstrous, assassin of art.
The young girl, what she really is. A little stupid and a little slovenly; the greatest imbecility combined with the greatest depravity.
There is in the young girl all the abjection of the cad and of the school-boy.
LI
Advice to non-communists: all is common, even God.
LII
The Frenchman is a backyard animal so domestic that he dare not leap any fences. See his tastes in art and literature.
He is an animal of the Latin race; filth does not displease him; in his home, and in literature, he is scatophagous. He dotes on excrement. The litterateurs of the coffee-house call that the gallic salt.