There's a point of poverty at which the spirit isn't with the body all the time. It finds the body really too unbearable. So it's almost as if you were talking to the soul itself. And a soul's not properly responsible.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that extreme poverty can damage the spirit, leading to a disconnection between the soul and the body.
In this quote, Louis-Ferdinand Celine explores the profound effects of poverty on a person's psyche. He suggests that when individuals are subjected to extreme poverty, their spirit may detach from their physical existence due to the unbearable nature of their circumstances. As a result, communication in such a state may transcend the tangible, reflecting a deeper, spiritual dialogue rather than a mere interaction with the physical self, emphasizing the struggle between bodily existence and the essence of the soul.
In practice
In a discussion about the psychological effects of poverty, this quote highlights the disconnection individuals may feel.
Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.
To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.
In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it’s indispensable.
Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself
Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.
Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.
The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.
A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.
Attending church does not necessarily mean living the principles taught in those meeting. You can be active in a church but inactive in its gospel.
To wait. In our lives we know joy, anger, sorrow, and a hundred other emotions, but these emotions all together occupy a bare one percent of our time. The remaining ninety-nine percent is just living in waiting. I wait in momentary expectation, feeling as though my breasts are being crushed, for the sound in the corridor of the footsteps of happiness. Empty. Oh, life is too painful, the reality that confirms the universal belief that it is best not to be born.
Those who remain silent are responsible.
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