04 March 2006
More interesting musings from the ranting eighteenth-century French nutter the Marquis DeSade:
Be certain of it, my brothers, it was not to see us men grovel in the grips of a sentiment so base as love that Nature put muscle and intelligence on our side; it was to rule that weaker and deceitful sex, to force women into our desires’ services. We totally forget Nature’s intentions when we accord some independence, let alone some ascendancy, to beings whom Nature made to be absolutely in our power.
We fancy there is happiness to be found in the affection we imagine women to have for us men; but that sentiment, always meretricious, is carefully measured out, so much, so little, depending upon the need a woman calculates she has of us, or upon the sort of passion we flatter in her.
Let there be an adverse shift in our fortunes so that we can no longer serve her pleasures, her greed or her pride, and she abandons us upon the spot, frequently to become our most mortal enemy. In any case, we have no crueler foes than women, even those who adore us. If we consult women for our pleasures, they tyrannize over us; if we snub them, they look for revenge and always end up doing us ill.
Juliette (1797) p.509
posted by Duncan Idaho @ 5:41 PM