If a car passed in front of me with music blasting from its radio, I used to feel short of breath; I get angry; shivering in place. No one has the right to believe that the world belongs to him alone, or to be a cause of nuisance to others. That was my opinion. Today, my opinion has changed. Now, whenever I hear a jubilant driver, I rejoice for and with him. Joy has become scarce in my country, gentlemen. Yesterday, I was about to stop two guys who looked as if they were dancing in the car. They passed in front of me at a reasonable speed and the sound of music coming from the car was extremely loud. I did not think about the frivolity of this behavior or its danger to them, but rather about congratulating them, about stopping and thanking them. Any semblance of joy has become much desirable, it has become, for me, an object of love and appreciation. How long will we remain a people who solicits the scenes of joy? How long, gentlemen?
A Question for the Gentlemen
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