Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.

Georges Bataille’s Story of the Eye

I might just make it my mission to make everyone in the world read this book!!!It says you do whatever you want, even if it’s morally incorrect.

For instance, if you feel like a train is running through your head, it is. And if you feel like putting eggs inside your bottom, you should.

There’s no such freedom in the world, that you can pick anything you want and put it in your butt.

It’s basically a book that proves that you should do what you want, no matter what. I mean, it is a book, but the good thing about books and music and stuff is that things can happen in them and you don’t have to take the consequences. Like you can kill people and you don’t have to go to jail for it. And that book shows that you can play games like that with your head. And anything in the world you want can happen.

And it’s kind of anti-morals. It’s like there’s all these behaviour patterns you’re taught, and it’s saying, ‘F- all them’. And you should just follow your instinct and your need, and trust your system. Because all the little signals it’s giving you all the time are actually right. It’s not just about sexual obsession, it’s about being obsessed with one’s needs and going all the way, just if you need it, and that you don’t have to find logic to it.

Written in 1928, it is a short novel, but it packs into its few pages almost endless violations. There are rapes. There is a murder. Eggs and the testicle of a freshly killed bull disappear up various orifices. At the book’s climax, the eyeball of a murdered priest is used instead.


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