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"Wherever there are feet, there are relationships, and yet, consequently, for unknown reasons, feet never possess much character in and of themselves, do they? Power wins every time. There is no escape.
There is no absolute."

I pressed on his foot flirtatiously beneath the table. "My feet have character. No--my feet are characters."

He went on, blushing: "Anyway, we are always subject to history. And the history of anything is the history of the rule of law, the rule of the outside--always oppressive, emerging in and through the will to resist its strict exteriority."

He looked at me like a broken toy among his steely abstractions. I loved him as much as I loved to bewilder him. I sort of liked him, actually.




luxuria seduces lucifer

christopher wells