Masoch
Quotes from Venus in Furs (1870), by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch:
Whichever of the two fails to subjugate will soon feel the feet of the other on his neck...“
“Man is the one who desires, woman is the one who is desired. This is woman’s entire but decisive advantage. Through man’s passion, nature has given man into woman’s hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.”
“But at times he had violent attacks of sudden passion and gave the impression of being about to ram his head through a wall. At such times everyone preferred to get out of his way.”
“He has only one choice: to be the tyrant over or the slave of woman. As soon as he gives in, his neck is under the yoke, and the lash will soon fall upon him.”
“It runs—well—one is either very polite to one’s self or very rude.”
“And every man—I know this very well—as soon as he falls in love becomes weak, pliable, ridiculous.”
“If I am not permitted to enjoy the happiness of love, fully and wholly, I want to taste its pains and torments to the very dregs; I want to be maltreated and betrayed by the woman I love, and the more cruelly the better. This, too, is a luxury.”
“Never feel secure with the woman you love, for there are more dangers in woman’s nature than you imagine.”
“Man, even when he is selfish or evil, always follows principles, woman never follows anything but impulses.”
“I seem like a little captive mouse with which a beautiful cat prettily plays. She is ready at any moment to tear it to pieces, and my heart of a mouse threatens to burst.”
“‘Very well then, be my slave,’ she replied, ‘but don’t forget that I no longer love you, and your love doesn’t mean any more to me than a dog’s, and dogs are to be kicked.’”
“Pleasure alone lends value to existence; whoever enjoys does not easily part from life, whoever suffers or is needy meets death like a friend.”
“’Each one of us in the end is a Samson,’ I thought, ‘and ultimately for better or worse is betrayed by the woman he loves, whether she wears an ordinary coat or sables.’”
“But the moral?”
“That woman, as nature has created her, and as man at present is educating her, is man’s enemy. She can only be his slave or his despot, but never his companion.”
“The moral of the tale is this: Whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped.” |