I happily accept the attacks because I am happy to lead my way of life (17th Feb 1999)
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I always said I wanted to smuggle my sex into every living room—fine! Now they’re doing it for me (12th Feb 1999)
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We have moved on to a whole new deeper level now; that is what I needed (Twelfth Night, 5th Jan 1999)
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in Uncategorized Tags: desire, ecstacy, jealousy, leontiad, my books
“They desired him so much, now it had sickened and rotted on the vine, and turned to disgust, a rotting mass of poisonous worms inside them, but it was not honest because they did not admit the desire that had caused it.”
The sexual pleasure of my life is so great, it outweighs any small price many times over.
“He must have a deliriously happy mind, to be able to survive all this. He must have incredible love and support behind him. He is so preoccupied with this destiny of The Leontiad. He was so preoccupied with making for himself a world that produces ecstacy. And we are so sad and bitter, and burning away in our jealousy and impotent rage.”
[Were they left with a rather empty feeling at the end of it, while he was left with rather full coffers?]
“To have the courage to destroy all social taboos, and make and live rampantly by his own rules. How we admire him, how we envy him, how we hate him for this reason, if only we were honest enough and big enough and decent enough to say so.” They hung their heads sadly and in shame.
I have been given my books, I have been given my subject matter.
“What you have given me is beyond price. If I was your slave for 50 years I could never repay what you’ve given to me. I can’t go into details, but in broad terms: strength, determination, pleasure, stimulation, answers.”
“I hate you.” She was practically crying. “Why?” he asked mildly, kindly. “Why not just get on with your own life? Why worry about me?” Again, she just blacked out, and he stepped on into a rich multi-coloured pleasure chest. He had too many riches to ever not end up being attacked. He was too big a fish in too small a pond to ever not end up bumping against the sides. “I wouldn’t want to burst your little bubble. But…”
I walk through, priapic, strong and towering, envy crackling all around me.
This face, of the type you know cannot count up to 10 or recite its alphabet, curls in a sneer of victory sadly misplaced; “Because,” he explained patiently, kindly, “I’ve had to put up with people’s jealousy all my life. I’m used to that.”
I am Volpone (31st August 1999)
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Every day I am progressing towards my goal (26th April 1999)
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in Uncategorized Tags: behave disgustingly, getting under their skin, jealousy, live wildly, my book, resentment, taboos, the rewards are great, victoria
Live wildly. Behave disgustingly. The rewards are great. I have a life with no taboos. Keep pushing people. keep pushing them. I have chosen my life, and it is eating them away. I have chosen a life of freedom, free of all repression, free of all taboos—this is what is killing them. And I am killing myself laughing. The power I have.
I love it that they cannot repress their hostility for me. It is eating them away. Their resentment, their jealousy. I cannot lose, as long as I’m collecting material for my book. They are so poor, and it eats them away so much.
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