Lautréamont. Songs Maldoror (№ 353899)

Let free will is only a weak blade of grass, but she stands up for herself, she declares fearlessly and firmly that it would never take among their children stupid oblivion, for sleep weaker than castrated males. Insomnia depletes the flesh, shorten the way to the grave, so now I feel the smell of the cypresses of the cemetery, so, but still, your Highness labyrinth of my mind will never give their Holy places to the eyes of the Creator.