I am a force of the Past. My love lies only in tradition. I come from the ruins, the churches the altarpieces, the villages abandoned in the Apennines or foothills of the Alps where my brothers once lived. I wander like a madman down the Tuscolana,
“My hatred for the bourgeoisie is not documentable or arguable. It’s just there and that’s it. But it’s not a moralistic condemnation; it is total and unmitigated, but it is based on passion, not on moralism.