Die at once and together, one soaked in the blood of the other … But these things are never so simple. I knew an old bum who played the accordion in a brothel. One day, due to a lot of stories that did not go to the right way, he had driven a bullet in the skull. The projectile was satisfied to break the optic nerve, and he survived. Now he was a rag of a man destined to perpetual night but attached to the waist, and tolerated from the rental of a hotel in hours where the invalid, with the sleeves rolled up on the ridiculous aggressive tattoos, tickling every night his bolso tool for earn uncertain alms. No, to die and to end it was not so easy.

Léo Malet

Life is Lousy (The Black Trilogy), 1948