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XCIII
The more a man cultivates the arts the less he
fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage
occurs between the spirit and the brute.
Only the brute is really potent. Sexuality is the
lyricism of the masses.
To fornicate is to aspire to enter into another; the
artist never emerges from himself.
I have forgotten the name of that slut. Bah! I shall
remember it at the last judgement.
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Music conveys the idea of space.
So do all the arts, more or less; since they are
number and since number is a translation of space.
To will every day to be the greatest of men!
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