Si Raymond Radiguet natawo sa Hunyo 18, 1903. Namatay siya nga wala sa iyang kaugalingon sa Disyembre 12, 1923.
Ang hukom sa iyang mga kaubang magsusulat mao nga tig-a ang iyang kasingkasing, sama sa dyamante nga way bation kon hapuhapon. Nagkinahanglan kinig kalayo, o ubang mga dyamante, ug modumili sa ubang mga butang.
Ayaw basola ang kapalaran. Ayaw ingna nga way kaangayan.
Sa ika-9 sa Disyembre 1923, miingon siya, Paminaw, sa ikatulo ka adlaw luthangon ko sa mga sundalo sa Diyos.
Dihay giyamyam ang iyang mga ngabil, iya kong gisangpit ginamit ang tibuok kong ngalan, tugob sa katingala mitutok siya sa iyang inahan, sa iyang amahan, sa iyang mga kamot.
-- VICENTE VIVENCIO BANDILLO
Dubai, United Arab Emirates
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RAYMOND RADIGUET was born on June 18th, 1903; he died, without knowing it, on December 12th, 1923, after a miraculous life.
The literary tribunal has found his heart arid. Raymond Radiguet's heart was hard, and like a diamond it did not react to the least touch. It needed fire and other diamonds, and ignored the rest.
Do not accuse fate. Do not speak of injustice. He belonged to the solemn race of men whose lives unfold too quickly to their close.
Raymond Radiguet
"True presentiments," he wrote at the end of The Devil In The Flesh, "are formed at a depth that the mind does not reach. Thus they sometimes make us do things that we misinterpret....A disorderly man who is going to die and does not know it suddenly put his affairs in order. His life changes. He sorts his papers. He rises and goes to bed early. He gives up his vices. His friends are pleased. Then his brutal death seems all the more unjust to them. He would have lived happily."
For four months Raymond Radiguet became meticulous; he slept, he sorted, he revised. I was stupid enough to be glad of it; I had mistaken for a nervous disorder the intricacies of a machine that cuts crystal.
Here are his last words:
"Listen," he said to me on December 9th, "listen to something terrible. In three days I am going to be shot by the soldiers of God." While tears choked me, as I invented other explanations: "Your explanations," he continued, "are not so good as mine. The order has been given. I heard the order."
Later, he said: "There is a colour that moves and people hidden in the colour."
I asked if he wanted them sent away. He answered: "You cannot send them away as you cannot see the colour."
grabe sab ni si cocteau og si radiquet makalunod man sa kaguol..
kurat jud, maka alig-ig jud..
kaganinang hapon mintras nidalikyat kos SM, akong nasigpatan ang "Count Orgel Opens the Ball" sa booksale. Ako kining gipalit tungod kay adunay introduction ni Jean Cocteau, ug tungod ra gayod niining rasona. Ug sibo sa wa damhang higayon, diri ko gihatod ni Mr. Google niining pahinaa sa dihang akong gisuta iyang pagkatawo.
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