PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE 



in an electric system, to prevent short circuits, or in 

 some variant or allotropic form. The spermatozoide is, 

 I take it, regarded as a sort of quintessence; the brain is 

 also a quintessence, or at least "in rapport with" all parts 

 of the body; the single spermatozoide demands simply 

 that the ovule shall construct a human being, the sus- 

 pended spermatozoide (if my wild shot rings the target 

 bell) is ready to dispense with, in the literal sense, in- 

 carnation, en-fleshment. Shall we postulate the mass of 

 spermatozoides, first accumulated in suspense, then spe- 

 cialized? 



Three channels, hell, purgatory, heaven, if one wants 

 to follow yet another terminology: digestive excretion, 

 incarnation, freedom in the imagination, i.e., cast into 

 an exterior formlessness, or into form material, or merely 

 imaginative visually or perhaps musically or perhaps 

 fixed in some other sensuous dimension, even of taste 

 or odour (there have been perhaps creative cooks and 

 perfumers?). 



The dead laborious compilation and comparison of 

 other men's dead images, all this is mere labour, not 

 the spermatozoic act of the brain. 



Woman, the conservator, the inheritor of past gestures, 

 clever, practical, as Gourmont says, not inventive, al- 

 ways the best disciple of any inventor, has been always 

 the enemy of the dead or laborious form of compilation, 

 abstraction. 



Not considering the process ended; taking the indi- 

 vidual genius as the man in whom the new access, the 

 new superfluity of spermatozoic pressure (quantitative 

 and qualitative) up-shoots into the brain, alluvial Nile- 

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