"Maldoror was virtuous during his first years. Virtuous and happy. Later he became aware he was born evil. Strange fatality! He concealed his character as best as he could for many years; but in the end, because such concentration was unusual to him, every day the blood would mount to his head until the strain reached such a point where he could no longer bear to live such a life and he gave himself over resolutely to a career of evil. Sweet atmosphere! Who could have realized that whenever he embraced a young child with rosy cheeks that he longed to slice off those cheeks with a razor?" ~Compte de Lautreamont, "Maldoror"