Vous entourez nos champs et hameaux,là-bas,
De mille et mille méandres,
Pour mieux tenir serrée, entre vos bras,
He who writes this book in which hate is not hidden was formerly a pacifist…For him no disillusionment was ever greater or more sudden. It struck him with such violence that he thought himself no longer the same man. And yet, as it seems to him that in this state of hatred his conscience becomes diminished, he dedicates these pages, with emotion, to the man he used to be.