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**ehib8yPc** · 10-06-2008, 09:44 PM

To put it bluntly, I think that too keen an interest in either Sacher-Masoch or Sade is mostly an excuse by people, students, and other beings to allow themselves to wallow in kinky sex without attracting the label of "sicko" or "perv".

Surely, the passages that I quoted in my last posting have no literary value whatsoever. They could have come out of one of those dirty novels they bought a hundred years ago from Paris bouquinistes, when Brits were so strait-laced (sorry!). In the days before you could watch whips and black boots orgies on DVD.

I have never actually done so, but as I have said, in liberal Amsterdam, where whole streets are filled with sex shops, and the brothels are partly owned by the east European mafia, you don't have to pretend to be literate to read, watch or indulge in this sort of stuff. And there's the internet. So Sacher-Sade is such old hat.

The passage that Jayapradash quotes is one of those pseudo-philosophical ones, added to justify the "profundity" of the book, hoping that potential censors would overlook the other hundred pages of flagellation and ejaculation.

Or maybe the translation from the French is crap. Maybe Sacher's trying to emulate Pig Male Eon". Or Educating Rita...

I studied everything in a jumble without system, without selection: chemistry, alchemy, history, astronomy, philosophy, law, anatomy, and literature; I read Homer, Virgil, Ossian, Schiller, Goethe, Shakespeare, Cervantes, Voltaire, Moliere, the Koran, the Kosmos, Casanova's Memoirs. I grew more confused each day, more fantastical, more supersensual. All the time a beautiful ideal woman hovered in my imagination. Every so and so often she appeared before me like a vision among my leather-bound books and dead bones, lying on a bed of roses, surrounded by cupids. Sometimes she appeared gowned like the Olympians with the stern white face of the plaster Venus; sometimes in braids of a rich brown, blue-eyes, in my aunt's red velvet kazabaika, trimmed with ermine. He just got randy, reading literature and philosophy.

10-06-2008, 09:44 PM	#6
ehib8yPc Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 564 Senior Member	To put it bluntly, I think that too keen an interest in either Sacher-Masoch or Sade is mostly an excuse by people, students, and other beings to allow themselves to wallow in kinky sex without attracting the label of "sicko" or "perv". Surely, the passages that I quoted in my last posting have no literary value whatsoever. They could have come out of one of those dirty novels they bought a hundred years ago from Paris bouquinistes, when Brits were so strait-laced (sorry!). In the days before you could watch whips and black boots orgies on DVD. I have never actually done so, but as I have said, in liberal Amsterdam, where whole streets are filled with sex shops, and the brothels are partly owned by the east European mafia, you don't have to pretend to be literate to read, watch or indulge in this sort of stuff. And there's the internet. So Sacher-Sade is such old hat. The passage that Jayapradash quotes is one of those pseudo-philosophical ones, added to justify the "profundity" of the book, hoping that potential censors would overlook the other hundred pages of flagellation and ejaculation. Or maybe the translation from the French is crap. Maybe Sacher's trying to emulate Pig Male Eon". Or Educating Rita... I studied everything in a jumble without system, without selection: chemistry, alchemy, history, astronomy, philosophy, law, anatomy, and literature; I read Homer, Virgil, Ossian, Schiller, Goethe, Shakespeare, Cervantes, Voltaire, Moliere, the Koran, the Kosmos, Casanova's Memoirs. I grew more confused each day, more fantastical, more supersensual. All the time a beautiful ideal woman hovered in my imagination. Every so and so often she appeared before me like a vision among my leather-bound books and dead bones, lying on a bed of roses, surrounded by cupids. Sometimes she appeared gowned like the Olympians with the stern white face of the plaster Venus; sometimes in braids of a rich brown, blue-eyes, in my aunt's red velvet kazabaika, trimmed with ermine. He just got randy, reading literature and philosophy.
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