This coming to an end, this expulsion is an un-selfing. For all of the pleasure, it too is alienating. Love is the synthesis of dream and actuality; love is the only matrix of the unprecedented; love is the tree which buds lovers like roses.” Nights at the Circus

The anonymity of the lovers, whom the act transforms from me and you into they, precludes the expression of ourselves. So the act is taken away from us even as we perform it. We become voyeurs upon our own caresses.

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Still, for all the focus on flesh, it’s abstracted or sublimated into words. It works in the mind. It creates and caters to a "cerebral insatiability". The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody’s meat.” The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffmanurn:lcp:sadeianwoman00ange_0:epub:f5e42faf-20f7-40d7-b3d5-38089ae902bd Extramarc Columbia University Libraries Foldoutcount 0 Identifier sadeianwoman00ange_0 Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t6tx4dc51 Isbn 0860680541 Juliette is a version of Faust written by a man who believed that, if man exists, we do not need to invent the devil." Like Simone de Beauvoir’s essay before it, the analysis is couched in the Hegelian terminology of Master and Slave.