[b]D H Lawrence
I have realized that my will, no matter how intelligent I am, is only another nuisance on the face of the earth, once I start exerting it. And other people’s wills are even worse.[/b]
And not just all that Nietzsche shit.
The hideousness {the author] sees is the reflection of himself, and of the automatic meat-lust with which he approaches another individual…Even the most “beautiful” woman is still a human creature. If {the author] approached her as such, as a being instead of as a piece of lurid meat, he would have no horrors afterwards.
Meat-lust. Sure, put it in perspective, but, still, there it is.
Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a machine, an instrument, a bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant, an encyclopaedia, an ideal or an obscenity; the one thing he won’t accept her as is a human being, a real human being of the feminine sex.
Especially those who grab 'em by the pussy.
She was the flint and he the steel. But in continual striking together they only destroyed each other.
Or, occasionally, he was the flint and she was the steel.
He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society: or fear of oneself. He was not afraid of himself. But he was quite consciously afraid of society, which he knew by instinct to be a malevolent, partly-insane beast.
And, for sure, we’ll see our fair share of that here.
…though it’s a shame, what’s been done to people these last hundred years: men turned into nothing but labor-insects, and all their manhood taken away, and all their real life. i’d wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake. but since i can’t, an’ nobody can, i’d better hold my peace, an’ try an’ life my own life: if i’ve got one to live, which i rather doubt.
I can live with that, he thought.