In Our Day There Are No Longer

The Carnal Contact Side By Side, From Heel To Armpit, Brings Shudders That Shake Up Nature Like The Flights Of Nocturnal Birds.

The Rose Is Born Evil ... But It Is Pink.

As If One Could Do What One Wanted With One's Own Body!

There Are Strange Flowers Of Reason To Match Each Error Of The Senses. Admirable Gardens Of Absurd Beliefs, Forebodings, Obsessions And Frenzies. Unknown, Ever-changing Gods Take Shape There.

Your Imagination, My Dear Fellow, Is Worth More Than You Imagine.