Chocolate bread! That's how they start the day. It's only going to escalate from there. By lunchtime you're fucking everybody you know. I was in Paris recently - they are very good at pleasure. I was walking by a bakery - a boulangerie, which is fun to go into and to say, even - and I went in, a childish desire to get a cake - 'Give me one of those chocolate guys,' I said - and I was talking to someone on the street, took a bite... I had to tell them to go away! This thing! I wanted to book a room with it. 'Where are you from, what kind of music are you into? Come on!' Proper, serious pleasure. Because they know they're gonna die. Nobody goes to church. You think, we're gonna die, make a fucking nice cake.

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