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the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'
Though my soul may set in darkness, it shall rise in perfect light,
I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
You remind me of Mildred...

Yes you remind me of Mildred.

I don’t say this from a self-congratulatory ethical high ground. Please believe me, I am not being patronizing, I am just a normal human being and a good friend.

The whole way you look upon the world, as if you stand at its center. The way you cut off lives and people, based on your whims and fancies. The impudence with which you expect, people to keep at abeyance all that they feel, just because you now don’t find it convenient to feel likewise.

What really strikes me as odd is this, for all your study of philosophy, for all the books you have read, for all the doctrines of life you have analyzed…don’t you see something which is so close to you. Don’t you see yourself? The world around you, the men who swoon over you, see your luscious red lips, the lively laughter, you’re smooth as silk skin. But don’t you see that in your wonton disregard for other human beings…you look so abhorrently ugly?

“Now that he could think it out more calmly he understood that in trying to force Mildred to love him he had been attempting the impossible. He did not know what it was that passed from a man to a woman, from a woman to a man, and made one of them a slave: it was convenient to call it the sexual instinct; but if it was no more than that, he did not understand why it should occasion so vehement an attraction to one person rather than another. It was irresistible: the mind could not battle with it; friendship, gratitude, interest, had no power beside it.

She had a genteel refinement which shuddered at the facts of life, she looked upon the bodily functions as indecent, she had all sorts of euphemisms for common objects, she always chose an elaborate word as more becoming than a simple one: the brutality of these men was like a whip on her thin white shoulders, and she shuddered with voluptuous pain.”