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On the vaporization and centralization of the Self. Everything lies in that.
On a certain sensual pleasure in the company of eccentrics.
(I think I shall begin My Heart Laid Bare anywhere, in any way, and carry it on day by day, following the inspiration of the day and the occasion, provided the inspiration is intense.)
Anyone who comes along, provided he knows how to entertain, has the right to speak about himself.
I understand deserting one cause to find out what one will feel in serving another.
It might perhaps be sweet to be, by turns, victim and executioner.
Girardin’s absurdities:
“Our habit is to take the bull by the horns. So let us take the speech by its end.”
(7 November 1863
So Girardin believes that bulls’ horns are planted on their backsides. He confuses the horns with the tail.
“Before imitating the Ptolemies of French journalism, let Belgian journalists take the trouble to reflect on the question I have studied for thirty years in all its aspects, as the volume that will shortly appear under the title Press Questions will prove; let them not hasten to call supremely ridiculous (1) an opinion as true as it is true that the earth turns and the sun does not.”
EMILE DE GIRARDIN
(1) There are people who claim that nothing prevents one from believing that, while the heavens remain motionless, it is the earth that turns on its axis. But these people fail to see, in view of what happens around us, how supremely ridiculous their opinion is (πάνυ γελοιότατον).
PTOLEMY (The Almagest, Book I, Chapter VI.)
Et habet mea mentrita mentum.
Woman is the opposite of the Dandy. Therefore she must inspire horror.
Woman is hungry, and she wants to eat; thirsty, and she wants to drink.
She is in heat, and she wants to be ⟨fucked⟩.
What a fine accomplishment!
Woman is natural, that is to say, abominable.
Thus she is always vulgar, that is to say, the opposite of the Dandy.
Concerning the Legion of Honour. — Anyone who asks for the cross seems to be saying: If I am not decorated for having done my duty, I shall not do it again.
If a man has merit, what is the point of decorating him? If he has none, one may decorate him, because [that] will give him lustre.
To consent to being decorated is to acknowledge the State’s or the prince’s right to judge you, to confer distinction upon you, et cetera.
Besides, if pride does not forbid the cross, Christian humility does.
A calculation in God’s favour. — Nothing exists without a purpose.
So my existence has a purpose.
What purpose? I do not know.
So it was not I who assigned it. It was therefore someone who knows more than I do.
So I must pray to that someone to enlighten me. It is the wisest course.
The Dandy must aspire to be sublime, without interruption. He must live and sleep before a mirror.
Analysis of counter-religions: for example, sacred prostitution.
What is sacred prostitution?
Stimulation of the nerves.
The mystical quality of paganism. Mysticism, the link between paganism and Christianity.
Paganism and Christianity prove one another.
The Revolution and the cult of Reason prove the idea of sacrifice.
Superstition is the reservoir of all truths.
There is in every change something at once shameful and pleasant, something that partakes of infidelity and of moving house. That is enough to explain the French Revolution.
My intoxication in 1848.
What was the nature of that intoxication? A taste for vengeance. The natural pleasure of demolition. Literary intoxication; recollections of reading.
15 May. Still the taste for destruction. A legitimate taste, if everything natural is legitimate.
The horrors of June. The madness of the people and the madness of the bourgeoisie. Natural love of crime.
My fury at the coup d’état. How much rifle fire I came under! Another Bonaparte! What a disgrace!
And yet everything has calmed down. Does the President not have a right he can invoke?
What Emperor Napoleon III is. What he is worth. Find the explanation of his nature, and his providential character.
Being a useful man has always struck me as something quite hideous.
1848 was amusing only because everyone was devising utopias as one builds castles in the air.
The only charm of 1848 lay in its sheer excess of the ridiculous.
Robespierre is worthy of esteem only because he produced a few fine phrases.
The Revolution, through sacrifice, confirms Superstition.
Politics.—I have no convictions, as the people of my century understand them, because I have no ambition.
There is no foundation in me for a conviction.
There is a certain cowardice, or rather a certain softness, in respectable people.
Only brigands are convinced—of what?—that they must succeed. And so they succeed.
Why would I succeed, since I do not even feel like trying?
One can found glorious empires on crime, and noble religions on imposture.
Yet I have some convictions, in a higher sense, one that cannot be understood by the people of my time.
A sense of solitude, from my childhood. Despite the family, and above all amid companions—a sense of an eternally solitary destiny.
Yet a very keen taste for life and pleasure.