Aden Arabia

Nizan was a complete spoilsport. He was calling everyone to arms; to hatred: class against class. There is no compromise with a patient and deadly enemy. You either kill or be killed, there is no in between. Never sleep. All his life, with his gracious arrogance, he kept repeating, looking at his fingernails, "Don't believe in Santa Claus." Nizan is dead, the war is over; Shoes and boots hung on the fireplaces in every French house, and Santa Claus was filling them all with American canned goods. I'm sure that those who glanced at Aden Arabia or Antoine Bloye in those days immediately put the book down and said with great pity, "That's pre-war literature; "It's too simple and definitely outdated," he said. What need was there for a doomsayer like Cassandra of Troy? We were sure that if Nizan had lived, he would have shared our new sophisticated views, in other words, our compromises. How did that attacker maintain his purity?

- JP Sartre -