The Rosy Crucifixion 1 – Sexus

A man writes to throw off the poison which he has accumulated because of his false way of life.

Wherever she is I am standing in complete darkness; her absence blots me out.

What good will it do to make an invisible temple?

serving but not believing, working but taking no wages, resting but knowing no peace.

In the next life I will be a vulture feeding on rich carrion: I will perch on top of the tall buildings and dive like a shot the moment I smell death.

genius takes care of the genius in a man.

He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment.

Never lost my temper with him, though every word he uttered made my blood boil.

“I’m falling in love with the strangest man on earth. You frighten me, you’re so gentle. Hold me tight. . . believe in me always . . . I feel almost as if I were with a god.”

She knew that I was meant to destroy, that I would destroy her too in the end. She knew that whatever game she might pretend to play with me she had met her match.