The player only plays one song ONCE, and then you have to pick the next. Snaps for choices!
[Oh yeah, running of ActiveX controls required and apologies to non-IE users.]

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's Venus in Fur's

I cried after reading Venus in Furs. Embarrassing! But not as embarrassing as the way people look at me two seconds after they read the title and realize who the author is. Because of this, I have, half in prudence and half in shame, covered the book with a page I've torn from a magazine. Now I am able to enjoy my book in peace.

Ha! You fools. Hasn't anybody every told you not to judge a book by its cover? Sure, there's an Asian woman with her left breast exposed while her eyes are half-closed in ecstasy. But, hard as it is for you little fledglings to understand, not everything in this world is about sex.

In my defense I say that it is an incredible story of love. And it is. From it I've learned that love is pain and that pain is, in a twisted way, its very own pleasure (But then again, hasn't Candy always taught me this?). But along with that I have learned that pain has its limits, and that those limits exist for love as well. And that, my dear ones, is the salvation. Limits.

So we love, we suffer, but only until we've had enough, only until we've reached our limit.


The verdict: Work of genius. Worth every penny.

---------------

On to Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

Labels:


kitten posted @ 9:44 PM

Navigate by clicking
[<3] for stuff about me
[links] for the links
[tag] for shout-outs
[stats] to see the stat counter

As we cannot do as we will, we will do as we can.

-Yugoslavian proverb
<3
links
tag
stats