“Humanity’s elite were little girls. Humanity existed so that they could exist. ¶ Women and buffoons were crippled. Their bodies contained errors of construction that could inspire no other reaction but laughter. ¶ Only little girls were perfect. Nothing stuck out from their bodies, no grotesque appendages, no idiotic protuberances. They were of marvelous design, streamlined to present no resistance to life. ¶ Of no material utility, they were the most necessary of all because they embodied humanity’s beauty – its real beauty, that which makes living a summer breeze, where nothing clashes and the body is pure celebration from head to foot. One has to have been a little girl to know how exquisite it is to have a body.”
Book:Le Sabotage amoureux