"Justine", "Philosophy in the Bedroom" and Other Writings

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This Literary Portrait Of Sade Is Completed By One Of His Earliest Philosophical Efforts, Dialogue Between A Priest And A Dying Man, A Selection Of His Letters, A Fifty-Page Chronology Of His Life, Two Important Essays On Sade, And A Bibliography Of His Work. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. It lends an elegant feel, which is mostly due to its traditional styling and high gloss and mirror finish.

Is there anything to be added to what has already been said about the advantage and need of punishment for the wrongdoer?I'm still only half-way through it and found the style to be a drawn out Libertinism pamphlet (so to speak). The older (Juliette--whose story is the subject of another of de Sade's books) is seduced by the ways of libertinage and prospers; the younger, Justine, is full of compassion and virtue and she suffers endlessly for it. If it be objected that these I include among sacred books have never had their religion nor their faithful, I shall begin my reply by saying that it is a very good thing and that we should be glad (thereby being in a freer position to judge the books on their own merits instead of by their effects).

His influence on some of the greatest minds of the last century—from Baudelaire and Swinburne to Nietzsche, Dostoyevsky and Kafka—is indisputable. I immediately remove the dust jacket of every hardcover book I procure to reveal the raw antique quality of the tome. A dogmatic concept of Nature, and its embodiment in the ludicrous sensory materialism of “sensations” and “impressions,” serves to truncate any actual philosophical inquiry into right and wrong. but not be a crime 200 leagues distant, no true definiton of Crime exists under Nature (even murder would be allowed since Nature requires destruction of one matter for the creation of other.

Various prisons and an insane asylum incarcerated the aristocrat for 32 years of his life: ten years in the Bastile, another year elsewhere in Paris, a month in Conciergerie, two years in a fortress, a year in Madelonnettes, three years in Bicêtre, a year in Sainte-Pélagie, and 13 years in the Charenton asylum. Would it not strongly appear as if, for a whole string of French governments, any and every excuse sufficed for clapping him behind bars? And if discretion ordinarily restrains us from changing ourselves to this extent, we nevertheless have the keen desire to frequent those who have undergone the experience, to befriend them, to espouse their remorse (and the Knowledge that comes thereof).