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Deja de compadecerte de ti mismo. La compasión escasea mucho en el mundo y es una lástima desperdiciarla. Dicho

lived. But his disciples were not dreamers. They were hungry for power, and in the end, like all those who hunger for power, they became shedders of blood.

Et même le dialogue caustique, jonché de débris de verre sous ta plume, déborde d'humanité et d'émotion dans sa bouche.

The life of woman must be outwardly a well-intentioned, cheerful dissimulation of her real life. —MARGARET FULLER

The Left believes that right-wing tribalism—bigotry, racism—is tearing the country apart. The Right believes that left-wing tribalism—identity politics, political correctness—is tearing the country apart. They are both right.

Marriageability was the original title of The Harvest.

This is a good movie,' she said when snipers felled them both. I missed her already.

And when I say that is certainly true, that our marriage is over. I know what else she will say: Then you must save it. And even though I know it's hopeless- there's absolutely nothing left to save-I'm afraid if I tell her that, she'll still persuade me to try.

What I realized about the dreamland, however, was the power it once held simply by being withheld from me. It created yearning—and also purpose. It demanded the best of me to meet my purpose: diligence, intelligence, and an understanding of

May the dog-mother rut with a dead devil!

my room, and to rub his scent off me.

Fear, I think, is the worst element of religions of all kinds. It is used to justify more fear, as well as hatred, lack of compassion, intolerance, and war.

I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.

Our age has need of violence, he writes. And he is violence.

I would tell him how he almost made us lose interest in passion by his obsession with the gestures empty of their emotions, and how we reviled him, because he almost caused us to take vows of chastity, because what he wanted us to exclude was our own aphrodisiac—poetry.

Woman brings pain. Woman is evil. There are no exceptions. I tell you, even the angels are liars. What does Proust say? "We lie all our lives, and more especially, only perhaps, to those whom we love." Open your Proust. I have underlined it for you.

We are dancing on our irony as upon the top of glowing sparks.

I guess I am disturbed only because so little strains through the meshes and I am thinking in such violent floods.

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.

But I also hate Nietzsche. I wish you would tell me something that would make me understand him. I began with Zarathustra—fatuous language, and the world full of "tougher and merrier" men!

If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves, said the modern Christ.

Just that divine understanding and unique responsiveness and clairvoyance, the match to my mind.

So many Anaïses you have shown me—and now this one—as if to prove your protean versatility.

Remind me to show you something on "Decadence" from Havelock Ellis' Introduction to [J. K. Huysmans']Against the Grain. You will like it.