#bourgeoise

What we must demonstrate is that, just as certain insects, in given conditions, flock towards a ray of light, so we all flock to an area at the opposite end of the scale from death. The mainspring of human activity is generally the desire to reach the point farthest from the funereal domain, which is rotten, dirty and impure. We make every effort to efface the traces, signs and symbols of death. Then, if we can, we efface the traces and signs of these efforts. Our desire to elevate ourselves is one of a hundred symptoms of this force which guides us to the antipodes of death. The disgust the rich feel for the workers, the panic which seizes hold of the petty bourgeois at the idea of lapsing into the condition of the proletariat, depend on the fact that in their eyes the poor are closer to death than themselves. On occasion it is those shady paths of filth, impotence and destruction which lead towards death that are the objects of our aversion, rather than death itself.

"Surtout n'oublie pas d'être heureux, on oublie trop souvent et c'est dommage."