Title: georges, georges, georges... man o man
Product review: Eyes, eggs, bull's balls. The whiteness and yellowness of the depraved universe in which we swim.Where to start? Bullfights appall me. But women sitting in plates of milk I find rather appealing. And priests being brought face to face with their own inherent lust... well, it probably doesn't bother me as much as it should.If you're having a bad day, just be glad you aren't Georges Bataille. The man lived in constant agony, and he suffered for his art. I am annoyed by snarky people on this website who whine that this book didn't fulfill their preconceptions. If it did, you should see a psychiatrist.Georges Bataille was an extremely strange man. And the most strange thing about him was that he was ALIVE, and did not prune down his obsessions in order to match his neighbors' lawns.Good on you, Georges. Thank you for your sacrifice.
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