The voluntary captive The speechless the prisoner Which I hide in my very depths.

Finally a woman confesses! Confess what? What women never allowed themselves to confess. What men always criticized on them: they only obey the blood and everything is sex on them, even the spirit.

By my makeup and temperament I wasn't really prey to physical desires. Everything happened in my head.

O was infinitely more moving when her body was covered with marks, of whatever kind, if only because these marks made it impossible for her to cheat and immediately proclaimed, the moment they were seen, that anything went as far as she was concerned. For to know this was one thing, but to see the proof of it, and to see the proof constantly renewed, was quite another.

Men are foolish to expect us to revere them, when, in the end, they amount to almost nothing.

I found that stiffly saluting member, of which he was so proud, rather frightening, and to tell the truth I found his pride slightly comical. I thought that that must be embarrassing for him, and thought how much more pleasant it was to be a girl. That, by the way, is an opinion I still hold today.

I think I have a repressed bent for the military, I like discipline without question, specific schedules and duties.