"I said to get what form of Government advised the States of the Earth: inflexible dictatorships. I added that I could not advise otherwise. And now I add that I could not advise anything because I've never been more than a rigid dictator. I gave you a law and I scored a penalty, and that it violates, I apply it without appeal, without mercy and eternity ... Remember that this was the form of government advised the States of the Earth: it is the image of mine (whistles). There you if you believe that I was wrong, that I can not be wrong ... I told you that I'm used to your profanity .... However, reconsider (...) reflect, conceited, arrogant, conceited people by an intelligence that I have given! Tell me! ... Do they believe have more talent than I? (SILENCE THRILLING.) Where are you going with your freedom, your equality? How do you aspire to be the same if I made you different? How do you aspire to be free if I made you slaves? (...) Tell me, fools!, How are you going to be the same? Will battle, forcejearéis, asesinaréis, destroy to create equality, and when you look that you have created, the brave, the bold, the strong, ambitious, healthy, intelligent again dominate the cowardly, the timid, the weak, who have no ambition, sick and stupid ... And advertiréis that equality was just a dream ... (...) And as freedom, empty word utopian concept, I deluded, what freedom pretendéis, if you follow, and go on for ever and ever-being slaves of the passions, vices, virtues, morals, from your own body, the pain of the breathable atmosphere that surrounds you and me ultimately ... Me, I am Nature, the Tempest, Typhoon, Rayo, Fire, Galerna? ...
"What freedom aspire, oh, silly immeasurable!, If the eyes of a woman or a child's stuttering word bind you and dominate you, you push and you lead? What if a fillip aspire freedom of mine, if a flood, if a cyclone, if an earthquake, if a war if you can leave a pest as naked and helpless as to leave the womb of your mother? What freedom aspire when just a simple paralysis or rheumatism for years and years to prey on a couch in a poor, a humble, in a sad couch? Ha, ha, ha! (...) Bobos Boobies thousand times! Your ideas are in conflict with the eternal principles of Nature and all succumb in the struggle, absurdly unequal
!..." (Excerpt from God La tournée , Enrique Ponce Jardiel)
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