A Study Of The Great Malady; Horror

Go Then, A Starveling Girl With No Perfume Or Pearls, Only Your Nudity O My Beauty!

A Precious Liquid, A Poison Dearer Than That Of The Borgias - Because It Is Made From Our Blood, Our Health, Our Sleep, And Two-thirds Of Our Love - We Must Be Stingy With It.

We All Have The Republican Spirit In Our Veins, Like Syphilis In Our Bones. We Are Democratized And Venerealized.

We Love Women In Proportion To Their Degree Of Strangeness To Us.

What Is Exhilarating In Bad Taste Is The Aristocratic Pleasure Of Giving Offense.