« The world itself does not interest me, if I cannot rewrite it, paint it in the colors of time, print it in four columns or spread in sequence the ideal version of what it must look like, what it must become to be acceptable. (Ch. III THE TWO MINUTES OF HAINE p. 88) »

« Anti-racism, how many crimes have we allowed to commit in your name? In order not to play the game of the National Front, the ideologues ignore these cases, make themselves accomplices of the criminals. We know that millions of rapes and assaults could be prevented every year, but we prefer to remain silent so as not to "stigmatize". Victims will get away with the stigma. »

« At the club, Renaud Lorenzino was nicknamed: his apparent sympathy concealed a rare perversity. "Is that from?" "The turtle." Suspicious, Luke looked up and down. "I don't know about it. I'll see... -No, otherwise it won't be a surprise anymore." She was hesitant. "Don't worry, he'll love it." Luke looked at him again. The man looked like a solid pervert to him. "Do you have any instruments? We have a metal detector here. "I work with my bare hands." Curious, almost a little jealous, Luke ends up letting him in. She preceded him in the basement, by a metal staircase. There was a luxury bar, with dim lights. They walked for a moment, in a dimly lit hallway. She pointed to a door. "We have to wait until the end of the program. "I have time." From the "program" the Dauphin had just completed the first part. Cigarette on his lips, swimming, he smiled, thinking back to his exploits. He had never heard Saida shout like that. He had worked hard... She was bleeding from it. Maybe he'd even need stitches. He had wanted to finish it by mouth, but she had fainted. Was that when he hit the ribs? Leila had to get her head out of the bowl to prevent her from drowning. Lorenzino had made her eat the tiles, she would not return anytime soon. Leila disappointing. She would start screaming, then she wouldn't scream when she was in real pain. It was not normal, he would tell Luke about it. (...) Her second vice involved only one girl. He was tied to a chair, she started by kicking him, he took a moment, then she would untie him, and he would retaliate. And he was letting go. So strong that it was hard to find available, and not dented. (...) Vincent Gite was in. The editorialist, with his head down, was waiting for the first blows. "I'm the surprise," Gite said. Lorenzino had raised his head. He didn't seem to like surprises. "Who are you? -I'm Vincent Gite, but you can call me far right. That's what you usually call me." The Dolphin had a doubt. Was this really a surprise? Or was he a lunatic on the loose? "Well, what doesn't excite you? I thought here you were making your fantasies live? Benefits! This time I'm rese, and I'm in front of you." Lorenzino remained silent. He was trying to surprise Gite in the look something that would look like a clue. But in his eyes of vair there was nothing. "I'll be brief. You've been the master of the game. You have to accept being knocked down. You have too much power. I'm going to have to kill you." Lorenzino knew that day would come. (...) "If you're not blind, you know what's going on out there. "Yes. "If you know, then you are guilty. Gite cracked his fingers. "Wait, I... -You're first on my list." »