Fiction
ALINE and VALCOUR or, the Philosophical Novel
by Marquis de SadeFiction
How can I say it? How soften the blow I must inflict? My senses are confused, reason leaves me, I exist here and now only through pain and sorrow...
How can I say it? How soften the blow I must inflict? My senses are confused, reason leaves me, I exist here and now only through pain and sorrow...