Sex in the Cities. Volume 1. Amsterdam. Hans-Jürgen Döpp

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СКАЧАТЬ of Enlightenment, “until the Self – the personal, purposefully-directed male character – was created, and some of those terrible things are repeated in every childhood.” Failures and mistakes, the repression of imagination and spontaneity, the lowering of expectations of joy – this is the price of developing an identity. It is the sacrifice of nothing less than life itself.

      Adorno and Horkheimer search The Odyssey (the story of the adventures of Ulysses) episode by episode for the price the experienced Ulysses has to pay for emerging from each adventure with his ego (the thinking, feeling, acting self) unscathed. The tales tell of risks, cunning ploys, and escapes – and of self-imposed denial —, which makes it possible for the ego to overcome the dangers and to achieve its own identity. They tell also of saying farewell to the joy of the archaic unity with nature: a unity that was internal as well as external.

      The song of the Sirens, to which Ulysses succumbs as one who knows that he already has been captivated, is reminiscent of a joy once bestowed by the “fluctuating interconnection with nature”.

      The power of man over himself, which is the basis of his Self, virtually always implies the destruction of the subject in whose service it is carried out, since what is ruled, suppressed, and dissolved in the cause of self-preservation is nothing more or less than life itself, nothing more or less than its function to solely determine its capacity for self-preservation and exactly what it is that should be preserved.

      The history of civilisation is marked by constant abstraction and formalisation.

      The history of civilisation is the history of the introversion of the victim; in other words, the history of renunciation. Individuals engaged in renunciation surrender more of their lives than is returned to them, more than the lives they are defending.

      Socialisation is undertaken as a process carried out against nature depersonalised as IT. Yet erotic imagination resurrects the sound of the distant Sirens against which mankind had to steel itself. The animal powers of imagination that find expression in erotic art associate it with the dark world of the physical body. It is the origin, the Prime Mover, in the archaeology of human nature.

      In Sade’s obscene-philosophical novels, which present the sensual in an intellectualised format, the split between body and intellect both comes to a peak and simultaneously goes over the top. Frenzied rationality attempts to transcend its limitations and to once again possess the body in every one of its aspects.

      The body returns from its ostracism – in writing. “Try an intellectual crime,” is the advice Juliette gives to Clairwil, “write.”

      Edouard de Beaumont,

      The Temptation of Saint Anthony, c. 1855. Lithograph.

      Chinese anatomical doll used in medical diagnoses, early 20th century. Ivory.

      The larger the breasts are on these figures, the more recent they are.

      Old anatomical dolls are almost flat-chested.

      Bedrich Benes, Ex libris, c. 1925.

      1861: Wilhelmine Schroeder-Devrient, Memoirs of a Singer

      My eye returned immediately to the gap in the wall. Marguerite was focused intently on reading the book and its content must have been fascinating because her cheeks acquired a blush and her eyes shone, her bosom heaved with excitement.

      Suddenly, she reached under her skirt with her right hand, placed one foot up on the bed and now seemed even more intent on reading and gaining more enjoyment from the text.

      Of course, I was unable to see what her hand was doing underneath the skirt since it still covered her, but I had a good enough idea. Sometimes she seemed to play only with her hair using nothing but her fingertips. Then afterwards, she pressed her thighs together and moved her hips back and forth.

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      I omitted to tell you that Marguerite presented me with the book she had read that evening when I spied on her.

      It was a very delightfully-written erotic work called Felicia ou Mes Fredaines, and contained many colourful copperplate engravings, which would have taught me all about the vagaries central to human life if I had not known about them already. Reading this book was very enjoyable.

      But I allowed myself to read it only once a week, specifically on Saturdays when I took my hot bath.

      While I was in the bath, my aunt was not allowed to disturb me. The bathroom was away from the rest of the house and had only one door, over which I draped a blanket, although that was quite unnecessary. There was no gap or crack anywhere through which anyone could spy on me! I felt very secure.

      While I took my bath, I read this book and felt it have the same effect on me that I had observed with Marguerite. Who could ever have read such red-hot descriptions without being aroused?

      Carl Kauba, A Treasure Seeker, c. 1900. Bronze, 19.5 cm. Private collection.

      A young man digs into the ground where the treasure lies hidden.

      When opened, the treasure is discovered to be a nude woman.

      Carl Kauba, A Treasure Seeker, c. 1900. Bronze, 19.5 cm. Private collection.

      Volupté (voluptuous woman), 19th century. Photograph.

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      That is why it is so extraordinarily dangerous for a young girl to read indecent or licentious books! Later, when by chance I had access to a large collection of such books and pictures, I was able to experience for myself the effect they can have on a reader. The Peculiarities of Mr H., the abotts’ Gallantries, Conspiracy in Berlin, Althing’s Small Collection of Stories, the extremely lewd Priapus novels which I read in German, The Gatekeeper of the Carthusians, Faublas, Félicia ou Mes Fredaines, Les Confessions Erotiques de l’Abbé Pineraide, and others which I read in French, are absolutely lethal to unmarried women.

      They all describe the act itself using the most sensuous, exciting forms of expression – but they never speak of the consequences, never mention what a girl risks when she gives herself to a man without thinking and without restraint. None of these books describes the regret, the shame, the loss of her good name, or even the physical pain a girl might suffer afterwards. That is why marriage is such an excellent institution beyond adequate praise and honour. That is why every sensible person must do everything possible to uphold this institution, to preserve it with every respect and safeguard. Without it, sensuality would turn people into wild animals.

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      Do you know whom he had to thank for this terrible end? A corrupt person who called himself his friend and who gave him the most shameless book ever written – the book Justine – together with Juliette, or The Dangers of Virtue and the Delights of Vice by Marquis de Sade. It is said that the author went insane as a result of his excesses, and died in an insane asylum. Monsieur Duvalin, my husband’s friend – the one who gave him that damned book to read – insisted that Sade did not go mad but instead joined the Jesuits to find even more pleasure in a monastery near Paris in Noisy-le-Sec.

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