true debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligation. In it, one possesses only oneself, so it remains the chosen occupation of those who are great lovers of their own persons. It is a jungle, with no future or past, above all with no promises or immediate sanctions. The places where it happens are cut off from the world: you abandon fear, like hope, as you enter. You don’t have to make conversation. What you have come for can be had without words and even, often – it’s true – without money.
