#372295 - I see very well, Messieurs, said Duclos, that after having perverted you it is my responsibility to restore you to reason, and to do so I am going to resume my story without waiting for your command. But what is this strange mood, this cloud of loathing which, as in the case of almost every other libertine, comes to darken a mind whence the entire illusion has fled? Brutally casting the little girl far from him once he has done, the saintly man readjusts his cleric's garb, says that he has been cheated, deceived, for this child, he swears, had not priorly shitted, no, they'd lied, she'd come to him full of shit, and he'd swallowed half her turd, fie upon them. Six o'clock sounded, they moved into the auditorium where, everyone having taken his post, Duclos began to recount what you shall read: A new companion had very recently come to Madame Fournier's; owing to the role she is going to play in the account of the passion which follows, I bel