Glatigny liked the commissar better when he was carried away by his hatred, for by restoring his natural reactions this hatred made him seem more human. When he became smarmy and sanctimonious like this, he frightened and at the same time fascinated him. This sad little man, who hovered about like a ghost in clothes several sizes too large for him and who spoke about Truth with the vacant gaze of a prophet, plunged him back into the termite nightmare. He was one of the antennae of the monstrous brain which wanted to reduce the world to a civilization of insects rooted in their certainty and efficiency.
- From The Centurions by Jean Lartéguy