Coils of Evil

I actually think I’ve reached a new level of self-disgust, Driss says.

I didn’t think there were more levels, I say.

Nothing hates itself like a human being, Furio says. We’re the uniquely fucked-up species.

We’re just lost in the coils of evil, Driss says. Lost in the coiling, the writhing. Lost in the agitation of sin. And we don’t even mind, that’s the thing. Or not enough to do something about it. We should just let Organisational Management destroy us …

We’ll destroy ourselves, thank you very much, Furio says. We’ll do it in our own way. In our own time. With our own style. And we’ll do it with panache.