The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity — and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.
“There are hints that a benign version of a Sadeian society is still emerging, of tormentors and willing victims.”
J. G. Ballard
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