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"We are on the eve of 1900, when decadentism and anarchy join hands to bring the century to an end. Georges Randal, a young man from a good family, an orphan ruined by an indelicate uncle, when the time has come to take on a situation, decides to become a thief. For what? Like that. For nothing. To say no to society, to the bourgeoisie, to order, to the socialists who jiggle on the stage and to the moralists who flush the toilet with humanitarian tears. In short, Randal, like a good nihilist, says no to everything and to the thieves themselves: "I do a dirty job, it's true; but I have an excuse: I do it dirty. " Not quite. Because there is in our thief a bit of the Baudelairian dandy, a bit of Arsáene Lupine mixed with Jarry and Alphonse Allais. And an intact, almost virginal taste for revolt, a sensitive and good heart, "beating too well, said Breton, not to hit the walls of the cage in all directions""--