Something In The World Forces Us To

Let Us Create Extraordinary Words, On Condition That They Be Put To The Most Ordinary Use And That The Entity They Designate Be Made To Exist In The Same Way As The Most Common Object.

Reading Something From Beginning To End. That Is Reading With Love.

The Aim Of Critique Is Not The Ends Of Man Or Of Reason But In The End The Overman, The Overcome, Overtaken Man. The Point Of Critique Is Not Justification But A Different Way Of Feeling: Another Sensibility

Why Do Men Fight For Their Servitude As Stubbornly As Though It Were Their Salvation?

D.h. Lawrence Had The Impression – That Psychoanalysis Was Shutting Sexuality Up In A Bizarre Sort Of Box Painted With Bourgeois Motifs, In A Kind Of Rather Repugnant Artificial Triangle, Thereby Stifling The Whole Of Sexuality As A Production Of Desire So As To Recast It Along Entirely Different Lines, Making Of It A ‘dirty Little Secret’, A Dirty Little Family Secret, A Private Theater Rather Than The Fantastic Factory Of Nature And Production