No hi ha al món re més repugnant que un botifler

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9. Sempre haig de fer el paper del tòtil. Més em val. Car si mai s’escau que vull dir res, la llengua se’m desprèn i m’ennuega; em ragen les llàgrimes; se’m fica pap endins com un tòtil boterut, ple de bombolles, bòfies, nafres, llúpies, i em produeix abassegadora basca.

10. Cercant el mot en estranger, l’infant digué en català paraules impronunciables per al sergent de merda qui era el mestre de llengua. Va dir l’infant, cercant la paraula estranya de l’invasor bestial: xanguet…, joell…, mabritjol…

I va rebre tres mastegots al nas. Tres cops de puny de l’ex-soldat feixista qui serví els nazis al front rus, ara reciclat en mestre de llengua enemiga. Quan l’infant recobrà el coneixement, amb una puntada al cul el mestre el va enviar a casa. Damunt la neu més tard en vaig seguir la regatera de sang fins a casa seua. L’infant era al llit, mig mort. S’havia mossegada la llengua; li havia penjada un tram; damunt la neu li havia espetegada; un gos se l’hi havia cruspida. L’infant obrí la boca: en rajà borbolls de sang.

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[i) Think “castilian,” grab your guts, wince in loathing, and now you know what castilian is: the cancerous festering tumor in the arid ugly bowels of the Iberian peninsula.

What ignorant creeps all around the world keep on calling “spanish” is actually castilian – all those horrors: inquisitions, bull-tortures, that repulsive language of theirs, the monarchy, the killing off of entire civilizations…

Only that ignorant as they are, those misguided creeps follow the fascist diktat of calling everything castilian “spanish”.

As if Portuguese, Andalusian, Catalonian or Basque never existed!

Also, contrariwise, so that everything Iberian be called castilian (and everything Iberian “spanish,” and consequently castilian.) That’s the fucking covetous trick those cancerous suckers spread like a spider’s net. And a little piece of castilian shit becomes monstrously big thanks to the absorption of its cancerous tentacles.

Most of those that follow the nazi injunction to call everything castilian “spanish” would probably be disgusted and horrified to know how the ultimate implementation of those injunctions came about.]

[j) How often the Catalonian children, some of them people I knew, had their tongues pulled out, ripped away, simply uprooted, just for the “sin” of having spoken a word in Catalonian in one of those fascist prisons called spanish schools…!

The beatings for speaking in Catalonian were bad enough, but we are talking about children whose tongues were snatched away, were grabbed, and tugged and jerked away, were pierced with the talons of a bestial fury and drawn out and torn apart. The vulture hand of the crazy fascist teacher whose previous job had been perhaps as a fighter with the nazis in the Russian front. They were all recycled veterans, or displaced criminal bureaucrats brimming with hatred. They had been members of the fascist party and imprisoned after their killings, but now they had been “recovered” as teachers of the castilian tongue for the Catalonian children. They taught the language (in the singular), and they watched that the nauseating tongue of the vanquished, the invaded, never was heard (and never was heard of) again. To properly follow the injunction, the recalcitrant boy or girl had to have his or her tongue plucked.]