Here is a extract of the fevered dream of a nihilist in which 'the whole world... suffered a terrible, unprecidented and unparalleled plague...'
the dream is a good picture of the world Chimpoleon is creating.
'...Those infected were seized immediatly and went mad. Yet people never considered themselves so clever and unhesitatingly right as these infected ones considered themselves. Never had they considered thier decrees, their scientific deductions, their moral convictions more firmly based. Whole settlements, whole cities and nations, were infected and went mad...'
'...Everybody was in a state of alarm, and nobody understood anybody; each thought the truth was in him alone; suffered agonies when he looked at the others; beat his breast; wept and wrung his hands. They did not know whom to bring to trial or how to try him; they could not agree on what to consider evil, what good. They did not know whom to to condemn or whom to aquit. People killed each other with sensless rage. Whole armies were mustered against each other, but as soon as the armies were on the march they begun suddenly to tear themselves apart. The ranks dispersed; the soldiers flung themselves upon each other, slashed and stabbed, ate and devoured each other. In the cities, the alarm bells rang for a whole day. Everybody was called but nobody knew by whom or for what, everybody was on edge. The most ordinary trades were abandoned, because everyone proposed his own ideas, his own criticisms, and they could not agree. Agriculture came to a halt. In some places, knots of people would gather together, reach some agreement, and swear not to separate; no sooner was this accomplished, however , than something quite different from what was proposed took place. They started accusing each other, fighting each other, and stabbing away. Fires blazed; hunger set in. '