
"What spectacle can be more painful than that of this feeling turned into a tortured mixture of longing and loathing the 'golden purity' of passion split by poison into fragments, the animal in man forcing itself into his consciousness in naked grossness, and he writhing before it but powerless to deny it entrance, gasping inarticulate images of pollution, and finding relief only in a bestial thirst for blood?"
Poor guy! I'm going to get started on my essay now. Yay for Sunday!