That these cries can be uttered together in the face of heaven, in the face of truth, proves at a stroke the monstrosity of the laws which rule us, and the madness of the gods.
I turn on a bed of pain to escape from the horrible vision of masquerade, from the fantastic absurdity into which all these things are brought back; and my fever seeks again.
Those bright spells which blind, and the darkness which also blinds.
Falsehood rules with those who rule, effacing Resemblance everywhere, and everywhere creating Difference.
Nowhere can one turn aside from falsehood.

Where indeed is there none?
The linked-up lies, the invisible chain, the Chain! Murmurs and shouts alike cross in confusion.

Here and yonder, to right and to left, they make pretense.

Truth never reaches as far as men.
News filters through, false or atrophied.

On _this_ side--all is beautiful and disinterested; yonder--the same things are infamous.
"French militarism is not the same thing as Prussian militarism, since one's French and the other's Prussian." The newspapers, the somber host of the great prevailing newspapers, fall upon the minds of men and wrap them up.