Syphilis Quotes

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Julian Barnes
Necessary in the nineteenth century for the contraction of syphilis, without which no one could claim genius.”
Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot

Ernest Hemingway
“That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

Alex Ross
“One day in 1948 or 1949, the Brentwood County Mart, a shopping complex in an upscale neighborhood of Los Angeles, California, was the scene of a slight disturbance that carried overtones of the most spectacular upheaval in twientieth-century music. Marta Feuchtwanger, wife of émigré novelist Lion Feuchtwanger, was examining grapefruit in the produce section when she heard a voice shouting German from the far end of the aisle. She looked up to see Arnold Schoenberg, the pioneer of atonal music and the codifier of twelve-tone composition, bearing down on her, with his bald pate and burning eyes. Decades later, in conversation with the writer Lawrence Weschler, Feuchtwanger could recall every detail of the encounter, including the weight of the grapefruit in her hand. “Lies, Frau Marta, lies!” Schoenberg was yelling. “You have to know, I never had syphilis!”
Alex Ross

Guy de Maupassant
“Why is it a shame for me to cause
them to die and try to exterminate
them, tell me? You did not talk that
way when you used to come to my house
in Jeanne-d'Arc street. Ah! it is a
shame! You have not done as much,
with your cross of honor! I deserve
more merit than you, do you understand,
more than you, for I have killed more Prussians than you!”
Guy de Maupassant, Bed 29 and Other Stories

Lauren Beukes
“He adds, wistfully, "I don't suppose you have syphilis, do you?"
"Pity. There's a study starting in Alabama that would have paid for all your medical care if you did. Although you'd have to be a Negro."
"I'm not that, either."
"Too bad." The doctor shrugs.”
Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls

Guy de Maupassant
“I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.”
Guy de Maupassant

“A not uncommon practice was to associate nationality with a particular disease, often sexually transmitted. For example, the English called syphilis "The French Disease"; the French called it "The Italian Disease"; the Italians called it "The Turkish Disease"; the Russians called it "The Polish Disease"; and both the Japanese and the Indians termed it "The Portuguese Disease." Only the Spanish accepted any blame, referring to it as "The Spanish Disease.”
Daniel N. Leeson, Opus Ultimum: The Story of the Mozart Requiem

Jean Lorrain
“Freneuse is an oddball, an idler, without any aim in life! If you ask me, he has smoked too much opium in the East, and that explains his somnolence, his morbid lethargies. It's the hazardous legacy of bad habits! He has been comprehensively undone; the heavy influence of poisonous opiates never ceases to oppress him. Besides which, his steel-blue eyes are surely the eyes of a smoker of opium. He carries the drunken burden of hemp in his veins. Opium is like syphilis' - le Mazel released the word carelessly - 'it is a thing which stays for years and years in the blood, because the body is unable to purge itself. It must be absorbed, in the long run, by iodide.”
Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas

Dylan Callens
“Why don't you come down that hall with me,” she asked, “Let me show you something that you probably haven't seen before.”

Nietzsche nodded again. He didn't understand what was happening but he knew that it was something he wanted. So they stood up. She led him to a room at the end of the hall by his hand.

And soon after, she gave him syphilis.”
Dylan Callens, Operation Cosmic Teapot

Henrik Ibsen
“...jeg synes, det udtryk høres smukt. Jeg kommer altid til at tænke paa kirsebær, røde, silkefløjlsbroderier - noget som er delikat at stryge nedover.”
Henrik Ibsen