There Was No Justice, There Was Only

Survival Is An Art. It Requires The Dulling Of The Mind And The Senses, And A Delicate Attunement To Waiting, Without Insisting On Precision About Just What It Is You Are Waiting For.

S And M Is Only The Expression In The Bedroom Of An Oppressive-submissive Relation Which Can Happen Also In The Kitchen Or At The Factory, Can Happen Between People Of Any Gender. There Is Obviously Something Titillating About These Relationships, But It Isn't The Sexual Components That Makes Them Ugly, They're Uglier Elsewhere. Nothing Sexual Is Depraved. Only Cruelty Is Depraved, And That's Another Matter.

Later, She Would Remember These Years, And Realize With Astonishment That She Had, By Fifteen, Decided On Most Of The Assumptions She Would Carry For The Rest Of Her Life: That People Were Essentially Not Evil, That Perfection Was Death, That Life Was Better Than Order And A Little Chaos Good For The Soul. Most Important, This Life Was All. Unfortunately, She Forgot These Things, And Had To Remember Them The Hard Way.

All Men Are Rapists And That's All They Are

There Was No Justice, There Was Only Life. And Life She Had.