“Yes, but I say that nature is our enemy, that we must always fight against nature, for she is continually bringing us back to an animal state.  You may be sure that God has not put anything onto this earth that is clean, pretty, elegant, or accessory to our ideal, but the human brain has done it.  It is we who have introduced a little grace, beauty, unknown charm and mystery into creation by singing about it, interpreting it, by admiring it as poets, idealizing it as artists, and by explaining it as learned men who make mistakes, but who find ingenious reasons, some grace and beauty, some unknown charm and mystery in the various phenomena of nature.  God only created coarse beings, full of the germs of disease, and who, after a few years of bestial enjoyment, grow old and infirm, with all the ugliness and all the want of power of human decrepitude.  He only seems to have made them in order that they may reproduce their species in a dirty manner, and then die like ephemeral insects.  I said, reproduce their species in a dirty manner, and I adhere to that expression.  What is there, as a matter of fact, more ignoble and more repugnant than that filthy and ridiculous act of the reproduction of living beings, against which all delicate minds always have revolted, and always will revolt?  Since all the organs which have been invented by this economical and malicious Creator serve two purposes, why did he not choose others that were not dirty and sullied, in order to entrust them with that sacred mission, which is the noblest and the most exalted of all human functions?  The mouth, which nourishes the body by means of material food, also diffuses abroad speech and thought.  Our flesh revives itself by means of itself, and at the same time, ideas are communicated by it.  The sense of smell, which gives the vital air to the lungs, imparts all the perfumes of the world to the brain:  the smell of flowers, of woods, of trees, of the sea.  The ear, which enables us to communicate with our fellow men, has also allowed us to invent music, to create dreams, happiness, the infinite and even physical pleasure, by means of sounds!  But one might say that the cynical and cunning Creator wished to prohibit man from ever ennobling and idealizing his commerce with women.  Nevertheless, man has found love, which is not a bad reply to that sly Deity, and he has ornamented it so much with literary poetry, that woman often forgets the contact she is obliged to submit to.  Those among us who are powerless to deceive themselves, have invented vice and refined debauchery, which is another way of laughing at God, and of paying homage, immodest homage, to beauty.

“But the normal man makes children; just a beast that is coupled with another by law.

“Look at that woman!  Is it not abominable to think that such a jewel, such a pearl, born to be beautiful, admired, feted and adored, has spent eleven years of her life in providing heirs for the Count de Mascaret?”