...We broke down the doors. The master's room was wide open. The master's room was brilliantly lighted and the master was there, quite calm...and we stopped...He was the master...I entered. "It's you", he said to me quite calmly...It was. It was indeed i, i told him, the good slave, the faithful slave, the slavish slave, and suddenly his eyes were two frightened cockroaches on a rainy day...I struck, the blood flowed: That is the only baptism that i remember today...
Όπως δημοσιεύεται στην αγγλική μετάφραση του Black Skin, White Masks του Φραντζ Φανόν από μια συλλογή κειμένων στα γαλλικά που ο ίδιος μετέφερε στο κλασσικό του βιβλίο.
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