I knew how to master my fate, to tread under my feet this phantom of virtue which leads either to the workhouse or to the gallows. I learned at an early age that religion, charity, and kindness were stumbling blocks to all who aimed at wealth and good fortune, and I consolidated my own on the debris of man’s prejudice. It was by mocking law, both human and divine, by always sacrificing the feeble when they crossed my path, by abusing the good faith and the credulity of others, by ruining the poor and robbing the wealthy that I have attained the precipitous temple of the divinity I worship. Why didn’t you imitate me?