It’s All About Life

Here’s this man who believed when he died that his name would be toxic for generations to come. For hundreds of years, his works wouldn’t be read. He would stand for nothing but perversion. Utter disgust of a society that couldn’t bear people like him.

Well, two years ago, the Irish government and the French partook and shared in the restoration of his sarcophagus, his tomb in Père Lachaise Cemetary in Paris, and it had to be restored, because the polished stone of its surface had corroded through kisses.

Wouldn’t it just be allowed to wake him up, just for five minutes, just to tell him that, then he could go back to sleep again?

– Stephen Fry, 2016