See footnote 7.73[sequence C]; "...the oxidised copper, a fools turquoise, was moldering. Under the carribean patina, the forgotten hero had been buried again. His valor, his terror, his disorientation dressed him in casual resignation. And his smile, his smile ..."
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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