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“The worst part of this obscenity, this shameless visibility, is the forced participation, this automatic complicity of the spectator who has been blackmailed into participating. And it is this which is the clearest objective of the operation: the servitude of the victims, but a voluntary servitude, one in which the victims rejoice from the pain and shame which they are made to suffer. The complete participation of a society in its fundamental mechanism: interactive exclusion - it doesn’t get better than that! Decided all together and consumed with enthusiasm.”

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Book:Telemorphosis
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“I have to let go of all comparison, all rivalry and competition, and surrender to the Father’s love. This requires a leap of faith because I have little experience of non-comparing love. I can only remain in the resentful complaint that results from my comparisons. In the light of God I can finally see my neighbor as my brother, as the one who belongs as much to God as I do. But outside of God’s house, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, lovers and friends become rivals and even enemies; each perpetually plagued by jealousies, suspicions, and resentments.”

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Book:The Return of the Prodigal Son: A Story of Homecoming
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“Las dos buenas hermanas La Lujuria y la Muerte son dos amables muchachas, pródigas en besos y ricas en salud, cuyo vientre siempre virgen y cubierto de harapos pese al cultivo eterno, jamás fructificó. Al poeta siniestro, enemigo de las familias, favorito del infierno, cortesano de rentas escasas, tumbas y burdeles muestran bajo sus enramadas un lecho que nunca frecuentó el remordimiento. Y la caja de muerto y la alcoba fecundas en blasfemias por turno nos ofrecen, como dos buenas hermanas, terribles placeres y espantosas dulzuras. Lujuria de brazos inmundos, ¿cuándo quieres enterrarme? Y tú, Muerte, su rival en atractivos, ¿cuándo vendrás a injertar en sus mirtos infectos tus oscuros cipreses?”

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Book:Les Fleurs Du Mal
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