We’re all animals, in more ways than one. as a result of rather basic observations, I can no longer deny it and pretend I’m fair. In truth, most of us are no better than your average stray dog in a gutter. The glitter on our civilization is nothing more than the sign of our most elevated perversion — that of concealing our bestiality.
Everywhere you look, the first thing you see is the pretense of being more than, and above the, animal nature. Human traits. Honor. Love. Kindness. All random and occasional, as magisterially explained by de Sade.
There is no honor among beasts. Just terror and fear, and the never-ending screams and moans.