Character: Edmond

How can I comfort you? You're like a marble: a solemn white suffering...

Life
the mad horseman. Death - the unexpected cliff,
unthinkable.

It's always. This is ridiculous! When we are spoiling and mispronounced his life, bloated welfare, we attribute our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars. You can, however, think that we are fools by the will of heaven, crooks, thieves and traitors - as a result of atmospheric exposure, drunkards, liars and fornicators under the irresistible influence of planets. To justify the bad things we have a supernatural explanation. Gorgeous subterfuge of human debauchery - all the guilt put the blame on the stars! Dad pranks with his mother under the constellation of the Dragon. I was born under the sign of URSA major. It follows that I must be rude and depraved. What nonsense! I am what I am, and would be the same if the most chaste star flickered over my cradle...