III

I think I have already written in my notes that love is very like

torture or a surgical operation. But that idea can be developed in the

bitterest way. Even though two lovers are deeply smitten and filled

with reciprocal desire, one of the two will always be more calm, or

less enraptured than the other. He or she is the surgeon, or the

hangman; the other is the patient, the victim. Do you hear those sighs,

preludes of a tragedy of shame, those groanings, those cries, those

throat-rattlings? Who has not breathed them, who has not irresistibly

summoned them forth? And what worse do you find in the torments applied

by painstaking torturers? Those faraway eyes of the somnambulist, those

limbs the muscles of which twitch and grow taut as under the action

of a galvanic battery; drunkenness, delirium, opium, in their most

infuriate consequences, surely yield no such frightful, no such curious

examples. And the human countenance, which Ovid thought fashioned to

reflect the stars, behold! it speaks only of insane ferocity, or is

spread in a species of death. For, certainly, I believe it would be

sacrilege to apply the word "ecstasy" to that sort of decomposition.

Frightful play, in which one of the players must lose control of

himself!

Once, in my presence, it was asked in what lay the greatest pleasure

of love. Some one answered naturally: in receiving, and another: in

giving one's self. The former said: pleasure of pride; and the latter:

delight of humility! All these blackguards spoke like the Imitation of

Christ.--Finally, an impudent Utopian came forward to affirm that the

greatest pleasure of love is to create citizens for the fatherland.

As for me, I said: The one and the supreme bliss of love rests in the

certainty of doing _evil_. Both man and woman know, from birth, that in

evil lies all bliss.

V

When a man takes to his bed, almost all his friends have a secret

desire to see him die; some, to establish the fact that his health is

inferior to theirs; others, in the disinterested hope of studying an

agony.

The arabesque is the most spiritual of designs..

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