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Ellen Willis :
There are two kinds of sex, classical and baroque. Classical sex is romantic, profound, serious, emotional, moral, mysterious, spontaneous, abandoned, focused on a particular person, and stereotypically feminine. Baroque sex is pop, playful, funny, experimental, conscious, deliberate, amoral, anonymous, focused on sensation for sensation's sake, and stereotypically masculine. The classical mentality taken to an extreme is sentimental and finally puritanical; the baroque mentality taken to an extreme is pornographic and finally obscene. Ideally, a sexual relation ought to create a satisfying tension between the two modes (a baroque idea, particularly if the tension is ironic) or else blend them so well that the distinction disappears (a classical aspiration). Lovemaking cannot be totally classical unless it is also totally baroque, since you cannot abandon all restraints and so attain a classical intensity. In practice, however, most people are more inclined to one mode than to the other. A very classical person will be incompatible with a very baroque person unless each can bring out the other's latent opposite side. Two people who are very one-sided in the same direction can be extremely compatible but risk missing a whole dimension of experience unless they get so deeply into one mode that it becomes the other.
[Ellen Willis, U.S. journalist. "Classical and Baroque Sex in Everyday Life," Beginning To See the Light: Pieces of a Decade, Knopf (1981).]
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William Blake :
The moment of desire! the moment of desire! The virgin That pines for man shall awaken her womb to enormous joys In the secret shadows of her chamber: the youth shut up from The lustful joy shall forget to generate & create an amorous image In the shadows of his curtains and in the folds of his silent pillow. Are not these the places of religion, the rewards of continence, The self-enjoyings of self-denial? why dost thou seek religion? Is it because acts are not lovely that thou seekest solitude Where the horrible darkness is impressed with reflections of desire?
[William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). Oothoon, in Visions of the Daughters of Albion, plate 7 (1793).]
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Susan Brownmiller :
A requirement of femininity is that a woman devote her life to love—to mother love, to romantic love, to religious love, to amorphous, undifferentiated caring. The territory of the heart is admittedly a province that is open to all, but women alone are expected to make an obsessional career of its exploration, to find whatever adventure, power, fulfillment or tragedy life has to offer within its bounds. There is no question that a woman is apt to feel more feminine, more confident of her interior gender makeup, when she is reliably within some stage of love—even the girlish crush or the stage of unrequited love or a broken heart. Men have suffered for love, and men have accomplished great feats in the name of love, but what man has ever felt at the top of his masculine form when he is lovesick or suffering from heartache?
[Susan Brownmiller (b. 1935), U.S. feminist, author. "Emotion," Femininity, Fawcett (1984).]
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Anna Quindlen :
When you grow up you realize that there isn't really any Santa but the monsters are still around. If only they were big and hairy; now they're just dark and amorphous, and they're no longer afraid of the light. Sometimes they're the guy who climbs in the window and takes your television. And sometimes they're the guy who walks out the front door with your heart in his hand and never comes back. And sometimes they're the job or the bank or the wife or the boss or just that sort of dark heavy feeling that sits between your shoulder blades like a backpack. There are always terrible things waiting to grab you by the ankle, to pull you under, to get you with their long horrible arms. And you lie in bed and look at the shadows on the ceiling and feel, under the covers, just for a moment, like you're safe. One more day alive.
[Anna Quindlen (b. 1952), U.S. journalist, columnist, author. The New York Times. Living Out Loud, p. 277, Fawcett Columbine (1988).]
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Adolf Hitler :
Churchill is the very type of a corrupt journalist. There is not a worse prostitute in politics. He himself has written that it's unimaginable what can be done in war with the help of lies. He's an utterly amoral repulsive creature. I'm convinced that he has his place of refuge ready beyond the Atlantic. He obviously won't seek sanctuary in Canada. In Canada he'd be beaten up. He'll go to his friends the Yankees. As soon as this damnable winter is over, we'll remedy all that.
[Adolf Hitler (1889-1945), German dictator. observation, Feb. 18, 1942, to his guest at dinner, General Rommel. Published in Hitler's Table Talk, pt. 3 (1953).]
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William Butler Yeats :
his head May not lie on the breast nor his lips on the hair Of the woman that he loves, until he dies. O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air, Must I endure your amorous cries?
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "He Thinks of his Past Greatness When a Part of the Constellations of Heaven."]
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Thomas Campion :
The fairy queen Bids you increase that loving humour more. They that have not yet fed On delight amorous, She vows that they shall lead Apes in Avernus.
[Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. Hark, All You Ladies (l. 30-35). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.]
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Walt Whitman :
What chemistry! That the winds are really not infectious, That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues, That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves in it, That all is clean forever and forever,
[Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. This Compost (l. 31-36). . . The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books.]
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Thomas Campion :
now I discerne they goe on a Pilgrimage Towards Loves holy land, faire Paphos or Cyprus. Such devotion is meete for a blithesome age; With sweet youth, it agrees well to be amorous. Let olde angrie fathers lurke in an Hermitage: Come, weele associate this jolly Pilgrimage!
[Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. What Faire Pompe (l. 25-30). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.]
William Butler Yeats :
My soul had found All happiness in its own cause or ground. Godhead on Godhead in sexual spasm begot Godhead. Some shadow fell. My soul forgot Those amorous cries that out of quiet come And must the common round of day resume.
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "III. Ribh in Ecstasy."]
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