All my homies hate the ‘Madame’ Henri Bachelier (and ♥♥♥♥ Luc Durtain as well)

"Thinking, analysing and inventing are not anomalous acts; they are the normal respiration of the intelligence. To glorify the occasional performance of that function, to hoard ancient and alien thoughts, to recall with incredulous stupor what the doctor universalis thought, is to confess our laziness or our barbarity. Every man should be capable of all ideas and I understand that in the future this will be the case."
- Monsieur Menard

Oh, me though? Maybe I'll fool around a bit and die alone in a Los Angeles apartment after penning a manuscript for an academic study of a film that seemingly doesn't exist.