In front ofthe mirror,the youngBrasillachturns out tobe likeallalone in the world: onlythe face of life, onlythe face of death-andthat there is noclarity orbeauty ordreams of greatnessto be pursued, and thatlife isalwayswhat you havealready experiencedbecauseofwhatthey make a decision,and memory isthe most precious thingwith all thatjealouslypreserved andat the same timethe mostcruel anddifficult to regulate andmanage.Andthatthere is no intelligenceorfaiththat takesthe face of despairof lonelinessand death,in front of thepowerthat has itsreasonsonly instrength tooverpower you- as it isthe only logicthat emerges fromeventssuch as thisand thatconcealedrulelife is notall,trivialandgeneric, butof all those whoare on the otherside of the fencethatalwaysdivides thelivesof the most vulnerablefrom the others. All this isin the linesof hispoemswrittenand livedin the prison ofFresnesandfinallymake hima poetof the samehuman quality ofAndré ChénierandFrançoisVillon.
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