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“The nature of erotic things is secrecy, otherwise they lose their spell.”

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

“All is as it is supposed to be: There is happiness now, be happy. Why are you sad? Why do you worry? Destiny does what it must for you. The viziers’ ways won’t work for you, Fate will decide what is best for you. Life’s wheel won’t create another like you. Your mother won’t bear another like you. God will never close a door on you, Before opening a hundred better doors.”