"Undoubtedly, it is not yet the time to do good. The particular good that ones does is palliative. One must await a general ill large enough for the general opinion to feel the need for measures suitable for doing good. That which produces the general good is always terrible or appears bizarre when it is begun too early." -- Saint-Just, Posthumous Writings.

It is to you, the bad workers, that I send this pamphlet, which if it does not fulfill the obligations I have towards you, is, however, the greatest gift I can send you at the present time: for I have sought here to express in words the same total, resounding and beneficient insubordination that you express in your actions and struggles against work, only better and always with more radicality than me. And since neither you nor others are able at this hour to expect more from me, yet still not satisfied with less, you should not complain that I did not give you more. You should perhaps criticize me for not knowing how to describe here the entire misery against which you revolt today, a misery which is indeed great, or for not knowing how to speak of the richness of your revolt, which is not slight. But in this case, I do not know which of us should be more obliged to the other: I towards you, because you have encouraged me to write what I would never have written on my own, or you towards me, because I would not have satisfied you by merely writing it.

So, take for yourselves from this Remedy to Everything as one would take everything that comes from a friend, always taking into consideration the intentions of the one who gives rather than merely the quality of what one receives. And my intention is, just like yours, to do harm to this world that harms us, to unmask those who are paid to deceive you, and to destroy the good reputations of those who still enjoy them. Nevertheless, if I launch here a frontal attack on the well-known people of today who will soon be shrouded by oblivion or the consequences of their abuses, it matters less to me to displease them than, through them, to attack all the institutions of this society, the institutions that they represent so well and defend so badly with the hope of being, in turn, defended by them. My only wish is that these words will incite those who still work without protest -- i.e., the good workers -- to become less good, and those who, like you, revolt -- the bad workers -- to become even badder.

Writing texts against this world is easier than reading them, and reading them is easier than doing what they describe. As for myself, what I write I would prefer to read, and what I read I would prefer to see and do. Despite this, I would consider myself to be scarcely useful if I did not put my pen to certain uses a little better, a little less ineffectively, than so many others who say they use arms, since it's pens that will make arms work, and not the reverse, which is what is believed by both the owners of this society and the naive fanatics of armed struggle, who are more in agreement on this point than they would like to believe.

If you, the bad workers, judge these Discourses not to be too inferior to the ambitious intent that fires you and me, then I shall not fail to do worse next time, carried along by the natural desire I have always had to do all that which could, without any respect, cast a slur on the masters of our world, of our time, of our life. If, moreover, you find in these pages even one more reason to unleash new and more violent attacks against all who oppress and exploit you (the bureaucrats and bourgeois) or a demystification of the mystifiers who still claim to speak in your name or in your place, then Remedy to Everything will have fulfilled all of my desires. I cannot hope for anything better.

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