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“All the beliefs, habits, tastes, emotions, mental attitudes that characterize our time are really designed to sustain the mystique of the party and prevent the true nature of present-day society from being perceived. Physical rebellion, or any preliminary move toward rebellion, is at present not possible. From the proletarians nothing is to be feared. Left to themselves, they will continue from generation to generation and century to century, working, breeding, and dying, not only without the power of grasping that the world could be other than it is. They could only become dangerous if the advance of industrial technique made it necessary to educate them more highly; but since military and commercial rivalry are no longer important, the level of popular education is actually declining. What opinions the masses hold,or do not hold, is looked on as matter of indifference. They can me granted intellectual liberty because they have no intellect.”

“— Ô Lune Noire, sache que je t’ai attendue. Non, mon attente n’a pas été pieuse et bercée d’une félicitée béate. Mes espoirs, je les ai conservés contre moi en affrontant les tempêtes de la nature. Mes craintes, je les ai endossées avec peine et, souvent, elles m’ont valu d’épouvantables souffrances. Quant à mes croyances, elles chancèlent chaque jour, avançant fébrilement sur la crête d’une montagne acérée. Non, belle Lune Noire, je n’ai pas été le dévot infaillible. J’ai encaissé les douleurs et j’en ai souvent questionné la cause, me demandant si les dieux veillaient vraiment sur l’indigent que je suis... J’ai interrogé l’Océan Céleste, j’ai invoqué le Grand Pêcheur dans les moments de détresse, et j’ai remercié les Constellations Silencieuses lorsque le sort m’était propice. Mais jamais, jamais je n’ai obtenu de réponse. Pas un signe. Pas une faveur, pas une mise en garde. Rien ! Alors j’ai continué à croire et j’ai contemplé chacun de tes croissants. J’ai chéri chaque pas sous l’éclat argenté de ta lumière. Mais, peu à peu, je suis forcé d’admettre que mon regard est tombé et que j’ai plus souvent observé mes pieds que ta robe. Nuit après nuit, ma foi s’est faite ténue… Et je regrette, aujourd’hui, d’avoir parfois pensé que l’interposition ne viendrait pas. Que l’éclipse n’était qu’une fable, qu’un rêve mal placé dans mon esprit puéril. Un rêve idiot qui avait induit les sages en erreur… Comme je regrette ! Comme je suis confus et contrit de découvrir, à présent, que le tort s’était saisi de moi… La puissance de ton ombre est manifeste : Fe’Rah Grundt ne peut que s’incliner ! Quant à ton aura… Quelle… Quelle splendeur ! J’ai devant mes yeux la plus magnifique fantasmagorie qu’il m’ait été donné de voir. C’est tellement plus grandiose que dans mon rêve. Et, plus sublime encore que dans mes tentatives d’imagination éveillée ! L’éclipse… L’éclipse est assurément le tournant de mon existence, j’en suis convaincu. Car même si tu me répudies, même si tu m’ignores, même si tu te contraries de mes paroles et choisis de m’en punir, je serai – Ô superbe Lune Noire – à jamais changé, en mon être tout entier, de t’avoir pu observer. Sur ces paroles fiévreuses et enflammées d’un amour sincère dont il s’ignorait capable, Welihann se tait puis pose un genou à terre. Les yeux brillants, il plonge dans la noirceur du cercle magique et cligne le moins possible des paupières, bien décidé à ne pas en perdre la moindre miette. Le spectacle, d’une beauté enivrante, le transporte et ranime toute sa foi. Il se sent transpercé de légendes, envahi de gloire, porté en avant par les chants des Ancêtres, pénétré par les mille générations l’ayant précédé, ayant foulé ces steppes, ayant grimpé ces concrétions, s’étant faufilés entre les prédécesseurs de ces arbres… Il est Welihann, il est les Anciens, il est le Passé et l’Avenir de son peuple. Il convoie en son être la culture d’une tribu et voyage à dos de rêves sur les épaules du monde. Il n’est plus qu’un avec la Nature et devient, loin, au fond de lui, le messager des Mük’Atah. Le pourvoyeur de Vie, façonné d’Amour et disposé à embrasser la Mort. Il est Welihann, l’enfant au destin différent, l’enfant libre et sans chemin tracé, capable d’ouvrir sous chacun de ses pas, les pages de chapitres interdits, inconnus, impossibles ou désirés. Il est Welihann, l’enfant-homme, l’enfant-frère, le frère-homme que personne n’attend et que tout le monde espère, le prophète malvenu, le maudit habité par la fortune. Il est Welihann et il sait, à présent, combien son destin compte, combien l’éclipse importe. Il est Welihann et il sait que son nom promet et devine que son sort ne sera rien de moins qu’exceptionnel.”

“There is a progression of understanding vis-a-vis pro football that varies drastically with the factor of distance -- physical, emotional, intellectual and every other way. Which is exactly the way it should be, in the eyes of the amazingly small number of people who own and control the game, because it is this finely managed distance factor that accounts for the high-profit mystique that blew the sacred institution of baseball off its ''national pastime'' pedestal in less than fifteen years.”

“The intertwining of corporations and government has become so extensive in this century that the notion of a democratic balancing act has become a dangerous illusion-and one of the cornerstones of the corporate mystique.”

“Science and vivisection make no appeal to a theological idea, much less a political one. You can argue with a theologian or a politician, but doctors are sacrosanct. They know; you do not. Science has its mystique much more powerful than any religion active today.”

“The problem lay buried, unspoken for many years in the minds of American women. It was a strange stirring, a sense of dissatisfaction, a yearning that women suffered in the middle of the twentieth century in the United States. Each suburban housewife struggled with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night, she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question - "Is this all?"”

“What we men share is the experience of having been raised by women in a culture that stopped our fathers from being close enough to teach us how to be men, in a world in which men were discouraged from talking about our masculinity and questioning its roots and its mystique, in a world that glorified masculinity and gave us impossibly unachievable myths of masculine heroics, but no domestic models to teach us how to do it.”

“When I was a kid, I did want to be a boy. I didn't like to play with dolls, and most of my friends were kind of sensitive, sissy boys. But as I got older, the mystique of being a girl began to interest me. It was confusing what sexuality was, and the responses of other people, but it didn't make me feel terrified or vulnerable.”

“Communism, my friend, is more than Marxism, just as Catholicism is more than the Roman Curia. There is a mystique as well as a politick. Catholics and Communists have committed great crimes, but at least they have not stood aside, like an established society, and been indifferent. I would rather have blood on my hands than water like Pilate.”

“As a comedian I don't think they look at me as a sexual person but I can see where with actors it would be a little difficult for them because its part of their mystique, it gives them an easier time to change characters and people aren't going oh we have a gay actor, their gay so I don't know if I'm gunna buy this guy with this girl, its weird, I don't think it's fair; it's only done with us, it seems, like they just accept everyone as straight and go along with it and then its oh their gay and make a big deal out of it.”

“As soon as the dialogue between two people touches on something fundamental, essential, numinous, and a certain rapport is felt, it gives rise to a phenomenon which Lévy-Bruhl fittingly called participation mystique. It is an unconscious identity in which two individual psychic spheres interpenetrate to such a degree that it is impossible to say what belongs to whom.”

“It became quite clear to me that the Natural Law mystique, in Catholic, libertarian or neo-pagan forms, remains basically a set of rhetorical strategies to hypnotize others into the state which Bernard Shaw called "barbarism" and defined as 'the belief that the laws of one's own tribe are the laws of the universe'.”

“The only kind of work which permits an able woman to realize her abilities fully, to achieve identity in society in a life plan that can encompass marriage and motherhood, is the kind that was forbidden by the feminine mystique, the lifelong commitment to an art or science, to politics or profession. If divorce has increased by one thousand percent, don't blame the women's movement. Blame the obsolete sex roles on which our marriages were based.”

“Eroticism is mystique; that is, the aura of emotion and imagination around sex. It cannot be 'fixed' by codes of social or moral convenience, whether from the political left or right. For nature's fascism is greater than that of any society. There is a daemonic instability in sexual relations that we may have to accept.”