Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

Pro and ConHEN the surrealist movement was in full flower, wemade very clear distinctions between good and evil,justice and discrimination, the beautiful and the ugly. We alsohad certain unwritten laws-books that had to be read, othersthat shouldn't be read; things that needed to be done, others toavoid at all cost. Inspired by these old games, I've decided tolet my pen wander as it will in this chapter, while I engage inthe healthy exercise of listing some of my passions and my bikesnoires.I loved, for example, Fabre's Souvenirs entomologiques, which Ifound infinitely superior to the Bible when it comes to a passion forobservation and a boundless love of living things. I used to say thatthis was the only book I'd take with me if I were exiled to a desertisland, although today I've changed my mind and wouldn't take anybook at all.I also loved de Sade. I was about twenty-five when I read The120 Days ofS& for the first time, and I must admit I found it farmore shocking than Darwin. One day, when I was visiting RolandTual, I saw a priceless copy in his library that had originally belonged