Notes from the Basement

First of all, I couldn’t even love her anymore, since for me – I say it again – love means tyranny and moral dominance. In my whole life, therefore, I have not been able to imagine a different kind of love, and I have come to the point of thinking that love is precisely that right, which is granted to us by the person we love, in order to suppress it. Even in my secret sentimentality I never managed to imagine a different kind of love, only a struggle, which I always began with hatred and ended with moral dominance, so that in the end I could not make clear what I ought to do with the subjugated object of love. my. Then, again, where is the incredible, since I have reached such a degree of moral analysis, to such a degree of shedding the habits of “living life”, so that I ended up slandering Lisa by telling her that she came to me solely to hear “merciful words”, without having understood that she did not come for that, but only to love me, because for the woman the resurrection and the whole is salvation from all destruction and all rebirth found only in love and only through it can it be manifested? […]