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...Up to the present I have lived as I have painted and written
poetry. I never got far beyond the preparation, the plan, the first
act, the first stanza. There are people like that who begin
everything, and never finish anything. I am such a one...
-Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (Severin)
In love too, I am a dilettante who never got beyond the
preparation, the first act.
-Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (Severin again)
...The battle of the spirit with the senses is the gospel of
modern man. I do not care to have a share in it...
-Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (Wanda)
...Without any provocation she suddenly said to me to-day:
"You interest me. Most men are very commonplace, without verve
or poetry. In you there is a certain depth and capacity for
enthusiasm and a deep seriousness, which delight me. I might learn to
love you."...
-Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (Wanda)
..."Then that which repels others, attracts you."...
-Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (Wanda)
"I believe that everything my imagination has dreamed lies latent
in your personality."
-Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (Severin)
..."I don't understand myself any longer," she
continued, "but I have a confession to make to you. You have
corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood. I am beginning to
like the things you speak of. The enthusiasm with which you speak of
a Pompadour, a Catherine the Second, and all the other selfish,
frivolous, cruel women, carries me away and takes hold of my soul. It
urges me on to become like those women, who in spite of their
vileness were slavishly adored during their lifetime and still exert
a miraculous power from their graves."
"You will end by making of me a despot in miniature, a domestic
Pompadour."...
(Wanda)
..."Well then," I said in agitation, "if all this is
inherent in you, give way to this trend of your nature. Nothing
half-way. If you can't be a true and loyal wife to me, be a
demon."...
(Severin)
...She stopped. "I am beginning to enjoy it," she said,
"but enough for to-day. I am beginning to feel a demonic
curiosity to see how far your strength goes. I take a cruel joy in
seeing you tremble and writhe beneath my whip, and in hearing your
groans and wails; I want to go on whipping without pity until you beg
for mercy, until you lose your senses. You have awakened dangerous
elements in my being...
(Wanda)
...It is strange how every relation in life assumes a different
face as soon as a new person enters...
(Severin)
...I can see that you are more than an ordinary dreamer, you don't
remain far in arrears of your dreams; you are the sort of man who is
ready to carry his dreams into effect, no matter how mad they are. I
confess, I like this; it impresses me. There is strength in this, and
strength is the only thing one respects. I actually believe that
under unusual circumstances, in a period of great deeds, what seems
to be your weakness would reveal itself as extraordinary power...
(Wanda)
...Just compare for instance those others. Wife locked up at home,
skeleton in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my. Then they trot
you out some kind of nondescript, wouldn't know what to call her.
Always see a fellow's weak point in his wife. Still there's destiny
in it, falling in love. Have their own secrets between them. Chaps
that would go to the dogs if some woman didn't take them in
hand...
-James Joyce, Ulysses
...Bloom: (Indistinctly) University of life. Bad art...
-James Joyce, Ulysses
...and plaster figures, also naked, representing the new nine
muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture,
Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene,
Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for
the People)...
-James Joyce, Ulysses
...DR MULLIGAN: Dr Bloom is bisexually abnormal. He has recently
escaped from Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen.
Born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is present, the consequence
of unbridled lust. Traces of elephantiasis have been discovered
among his ascendants. There are marked symptoms of chronic
exhibitionism. Ambidexterity is also latent. He is prematurely bald
from self-abuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed
rake, and has metal teeth. In consequence of a family complex he has
temporarily lost his memory and I believe him to be more sinned
against than sinning. I have made a pervaginal examination and, after
application of the acid test to 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and
pubic hairs, I declare him to be -virgo intacta-...
-James Joyce, Ulysses
  
...-Count me out, he managed to remark, meaning to work.
The eyes were surprised at this observation, because as he, the
person who owned them pro. tem. observed, or rather, his voice
speaking did: All must work, have to, together...
-James Joyce, Ulysses (Stephen)
...Probably the homelife, to which Mr Bloom attached the utmost
importance, had not been all that was needful or he hadn't
familiarised with the right sort of people. With a touch of fear for
the young man beside him, whom he furtively scrutinised with an air
of some consternation remembering he had just come back from Paris,
the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister,
failing to throw much light on the subject, however, he brought to
mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly,
nipped in the bud of premature decay, and nobody to blame but
themselves...
-James Joyce, Ulysses (Bloom)
...Stephen dissented openly from Bloom's views on the importance
of dietary and civic selfhelp while Bloom dissented tacitly from
Stephen's views on the eternal affirmation of the spirit of man in
literature...
-James Joyce, Ulysses (Stephen)
...I hope hell write me a longer letter the next time if its a thing
he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to
give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no
chances at all in this place like you used to long ago I wish
somebody would write me a loveletter his wasnt much and i told him
he could write what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in Old Madrid
silly women believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it
I suppose thered be some truth in it true or no it fill up your whole
day and life always something to think about every moment and see it
all around you like a new world I could write the answer in bed to
let him imagine me...
-James Joyce, Ulysses (Molly)
...the greatest earthly happiness answer to a gentlemans proposal
affirmatively my goodness theres nothing else its all very fine for
them but as for being a woman as soon as youre old they might as well
throw you out in the bottom of the ash pit...
-James Joyce, Ulysses (Molly)
...But the catastrophic solution may also be subjective, i.e. in
the form of a nervous collapse. Such a solution always comes about as
a result of the unconscious counterinfluence, which can ultimately
paralyse conscious action. In which case the claims of the
unconscious force themselves categorically upon consciousness, thus
creating a calamitous cleavage which generally reveals itself in two
ways: either the subject no longer knows what he really wants and
nothing any longer interests him, or he wants too much at once and
has too keen an interest-but in impossible things. The suppression of
infantile and primitive claims, which is often necessary on
"civilized" grounds, easily leads to neurosis, or to the
misuse of narcotics such as alcohol, morphine, cocaine, etc. In more
extreme cases the cleavage ends in suicide... [extraverts]
...It is a salient peculiarity of unconscious tendencies that,
just in so far as they are deprived of their energy by a lack of
conscious recognition, they assume a correspondingly destructive
character, and as soon as this happen their compensatory function
ceases. They cease to have a compensatory effect as soon as they
reach a depth or stratum that corresponds with a level of culture
absolutely incompatible with our own. From this moment the
unconscious tendencies form a block, which is opposed to the
conscious attitude in every respect ; such a block inevitably leads
to open conflict...[extraverts]
...The superior function is always the expression of the conscious
personality, its aim, its will, and its achievement, whilst the
inferior functions belong to the things that happen to one...
...Where intuition has the priority, every ordinary situation in
life seems like a closed room, which intuition has to open. It is
constantly seeking outlets and fresh possibilities in external life.
In a very short time every actual situation becomes a prison to the
intuitive; it burdens him like a chain, prompting a compelling need
for solution...
...The objective occurrence is both law-determined and accidental.
In so far as it is law-determined, it is accessible to reason; in so
far as it is accidental, it is not. One might reverse it and say that
we apply the term law-determined to the occurrence appearing so to
our reason, and where its regularity escapes us we call it
accidental...
...If, by some accident, the objective situations are exactly in
tune, something like a human relationship takes place, but nobody can
tell what will be either its validity or its duration. To the
rational type it is often a very bitter thought that the relationship
will last only just so long as external circumstances accidentally
produce a mutual interest. This does not occur to him as being
especially human, whereas it is precisely in this situation that the
irrational sees a humanity of quite singular beauty...
...The more the ego seeks to secure every possible liberty,
independence, superiority, and freedom from obligations, the deeper
does it fall into the slavery of objective facts. The subject's
freedom of mind is chained to an ignominious financial dependence,
his unconcernedness of action suffers now and again, a distressing
collapse in the face of public opinion, his moral superiority gets
swamped in inferior relationships, and his desire to dominate ends in
a pitiful craving to be loved. [introverts]...
...His judgment appears cold, obstinate, arbitrary, and
inconsiderate, simply because he is related less to the object than
the subject. One can feel nothing in it that might possibly confer a
higher value upon the object; it always seems to go beyond the
object, leaving behind it a flavour of a certain subjective
superiority. Courtesy, amiability, and friendliness may be present,
but often with a particular quality suggesting a certain uneasiness,
which betrays an ulterior aim, namely, the disarming of an opponent,
who must at all costs be pacified and set at ease lest he prove a
disturbing- element. In no sense, of course, is he an opponent, but,
if at all sensitive, he will feel somewhat repelled, perhaps even
depreciated. Invariably the object has to submit to a certain
neglect; in worse cases it is even surrounded with quite unnecessary
measures of precaution. Thus it happens that this type tends to
[introverts]
disappear behind a cloud of misunderstanding, which only thickens the
more he attempts to assume, by way of compensation and with the help
of his inferior functions, a certain mask of urbanity, which often
presents a most vivid contrast to his real nature...[introverts]
...His struggle against the influences emanating from the
unconscious increases with his external isolation, until gradually
this begins to cripple him. A still greater isolation must surely
protect him from the unconscious influences, but as a rule this only
takes him deeper into the conflict which is destroying him within...
[introverts]
...In the foregoing descriptions I have no desire to give my
readers the impression that such pure types occur at all frequently
in actual practice...
-Carl G. Jung, Psychological Types
...Blank face. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Write
something on it: page. If not what becomes of them? Decline, despair.
Keeps them young...
...Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O,
touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet
here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me...
...Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling. Full it throbbed. That's
the chat. Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.
Words? Music? No: it's what's behind...
-James Joyce, Ulysses
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