Year: 2011

In the laboratories of gods and of men, the guinea pig precedes every hypothesis and every certainty.

For the pork butcher’s daughter, beauty is a paradox, at once eternal and transitory, absolute and particular, yet it is always rendered down in the kettle of our emotions.

To forget the world and yourself for a while and, in the form of a pig, to wallow with the swine, is that not perhaps the finest luxury?

Before you laugh again at the fat and dirty pig, consider just how happy you are right now, do you delight in existing? Then look again, do you feel some envy now?