“Do you remember what Pessoa says? ‘How can I face Leopardi’s atheism with gravity and pain when I know this atheism may be cured by sexual intercourse?’” “Yes, but that’s just it. I can accept reducing things down in order to get to some form of truth, but what I don’t understand is why that reduction always has to end in sex.” “The reason you don’t understand it is because you’re an aesthete. You shun what is base. You shy away from the body. You know what Luther wrote?” “No.” “Dreams are untruthful. Shitting the bed, that’s the only truth.”
