There is much to say about soap. Precisely everything that it tells about itself until the complete disappearance, the exhaustion of the subject. This is just the object suited to me.

I enter first through a stable, vast and dim where one barely sees in particular three rather big goats then a number of rough wood objects Rembrandt-brown: I find there a kind of wooden stairway by which

Surely we did not need this ( to see an inscrutable sky so
clearly) to consider God a base invention, a vile insinuation,
an impolite proposition, an attempt—alas, successful—at