The Misfortunes of Virtue and Other Early Tales (Oxford World's Classics)
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The name of the Marquis de Sade is synonymous with the blackest corners of the human soul, a byword for all that is most foul in human conduct. In his bleak, claustrophobic universe, there is no God, no human affection, and no hope. This selection of his early writings, some making their first appearance in English in this new translation by David Coward, reveals the full range of Sade's sobering moods and considerable talents. This is a fully annotated edition including an introduction, a biographical study, and a history of the censorship of these writings.
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lead you straight to prison, my girl, take it from me,’ said Dubois with a frown. ‘Forget heavenly justice, your punishments and your rewards to come. Such talk is fit only for leaving in the schoolroom or, once you have left it and entered the world, for enabling you to starve to death, should you be foolish enough to believe it. The callousness of the rich justifies the knavery of the poor, my child. If their purses would open to satisfy our needs and if humanity reigned in their hearts, then
process might perhaps be the ruin of a person, namely myself, who, so it seemed, was still alive in Grenoble only because she had already survived one criminal trial, and was apparently able to subsist only on the strength of public charity. This reasoning seemed quite conclusive to me and, more, it filled me with such fear that I resolved to quit the town without taking formal leave of my protector. Monsieur S. Dubreuil’s friend applauded my decision. He did not disguise from me that if the
is possible that there are things which are necessary but were not wisely made, and it follows that it is equally possible that everything derives from a first cause in which there may be neither reason nor wisdom. PRIEST. What are you driving at? DYING MAN. I want to prove to you that it is possible that everything is simply what it is and what you see it to be, without its being the effect of some cause which was reasonable and wisely directed; that natural effects must have natural causes
struck. The two friends arrived at the premises of their most accommodating bawd and were shown into a dimly lit, sensually decorated boudoir which harboured the goddess to whom Desportes was to make his sacrificial offering. ‘Come, o chosen child of Love!’ said Sernenval, pushing him into the sanctuary. ‘Fly to the voluptuous arms which are held out to receive you—only don’t forget to come and tell me all about it later. I shall rejoice in your happiness and my joy will be all the purer because