This is the first exciting thing about de Sade: when you read him, you become (by default) the love of his life. Justine is set just before the French Revolution in France and tells the story of a young girl who goes under the name of Thérèse. There are thirty nuns in our establishment, I have had commerce with twenty-two; we have eighteen novices: I have still to make the acquaintance of one of them; and of the sixty pensionnaires presently with us, only three have resisted me so far. I have no need to say that among recluse women the thirst for the voluptuous is the sole motive for close friendship: they are attached one to the other, not by virtue, but by fucking: one is pleased by her who soaks one at sight, one becomes the intimate of her by whom one is frigged. But,” I objected, “were I to make these maxims mine, Madame Delbéne, I greatly fear I should have to flout far too many conventions.

If working at an office location and you are not "logged in", simply close and relaunch your preferred browser. To put into perspective how disturbing this story is, when Napoléon Bonaparte read it, he had de Sade arrested and imprisoned for the rest of his life. You appear to me to be in possession of some wit and aptitude, and young maids of your sort have a very definite place in my heart—do you blush, little angel? His works include dialogues and political tracts; in his lifetime, he published some works under his own name and denied authorship of apparently anonymous other works. Historical Domain Character: Catherine the Great, Pope Pius VI, and Cardinal de Bernis make an appearance.Hollywood Atheist: The libertines do not simply just disbelieve in God, but absolutely abhor the concept of religion, plus they're all depraved murderers, rapists and torturers whose pastime is sadism (along with their philosophy). Malicious Misnaming: Juliette refers to Pius VI by his birth name, Braschi, to show that she spitefully refuses to recognize his authority as Pope.

Fortunate enough to be able to dwell in a mundane society whence my sad fate has exiled me, with every new day you will form fresh projects, and their realization will every day overwhelm you with a sensual euphoria such as none but you shall know anything of.Who knows, perhaps I have even gone beyond what one may imagine, have been gripped by wants whose satisfaction defies all conception? In Fay’s good-hearted novel, Irene Van Beck, Millie Martin, and Henry Weiss jump from a moving train in 1921 to escape the burlesque show where they’re employed and its dangerous henchman and head to Hollywood. Dirty Coward: The libertines are all proudly cowards, sobbing and begging whenever the tables are turned and their lives are threatened.

The very conceiving of this so infinitely disgusting phantom is, I confess it, the one wrong I am unable to forgive man.An amazing sequence of imaginatively bizarre sexual adventures punctuated by philosophical and theological digression. Only our overdelicate sensitivity permits it to affect us; but if, by dint of stern and clear thinking, we succeed in deadening these susceptibilities, eventually reaching the stage where opinion’s effects upon us are null, even when it be a question of those things which touch us most intimately—then, I say, then that the good or bad opinion of others may have any influence whatsoever upon our happiness becomes utterly unthinkable. You can read it for 100 pages and stop; you can read the whole thing; you can read five pages and give up. He's the one who grooms her into the sociopath she is today, and at no point do they have a disagreement.

It were impossible to be better formed, to have a skin more white, more sweet, to have more beauteous curves, forms better pronounced. Sadist: The book condenses sadism in one sentence: enjoy oneself at the expense of anyone and everyone. You have trained my mind, you have rescued it from the darkness wherein childhood prejudices enshrouded it.

Would Hurt a Child: There is no cruelty Juliette wouldn't inflict on children, including her own 7-year-old daughter.