"Sade, Marquis De - The 120 Days Of Sodom 1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Marquis de Sade)

These arrangements concluded, the dying man closed his eyes, and
Monseigneur found himself master of about a million in banknotes, and of
two children. The scoundrel was not long deliberating his next step: the
dying man had spoken to no one but him, the mother was to know nothing, the
children were only four or five years old. He circulated the intelligence
that his friend, upon expiring, had left his fortune to the poor; the
rascal acquired it the same day. But to ruin those wretched children did
not suffice; furnished with authority by their father, the Bishop - who
never committed one crime without instantly conceiving another - had the
children removed from the remote pension in which they were being brought
up, and placed them under the roof of certain people in his hire, from the
outset having resolved soon to make them serve his perfidious lust. He
waited until they were thirteen; the little boy was the first to arrive at
that age: the Bishop put him to use, bent him to all his debauches, and as
he was extremely pretty, sported with him for a week. But the little girl
fared less well: she reached the prescribed age, but was very ugly, a fact
which had no mitigating effect upon the good Bishop's lubricious fury. His
desires appeased, he feared lest these children, left alive, would someday
discover something of the secret of their interests. Therefore, he
conducted them to an estate belonging to his brother and, sure of
recapturing, by means of a new crime, the sparks of lechery enjoyment had
just caused him to lose, he immolated both of them to his ferocious
passions, and accompanied their death with episodes so piquant and so cruel
that his voluptuousness was reborn in the midst of the torments wherewith
he beset them. The thing is, unhappily, only too well known: there is no
libertine at least a little steeped in vice who is not aware of the great
sway murder exerts over the senses, and how voluptuously it determines a
discharge. And that is a general truth whereof it were well the reader be
early advised before undertaking the perusal of a work which will surely
attempt an ample development of this system.
Henceforth at ease in the face of whatever might transpire,
Monseigneur returned to Paris to enjoy the fruit of his misdeeds, and
without the least qualms about having counteracted the intentions of a man
who, in his present situation, was in no state to derive either pain or
pleasure therefrom.
The President de Curval was a pillar of society; almost sixty years of
age, and worn by debauchery to a singular degree, he offered the eye not
much more than a skeleton. He was tall, he was dry, thin, had two blue
lusterless eyes, a livid and unwholesome mouth, a prominent chin, a long
nose. Hairy as a satyr, flat-backed, with slack, drooping buttocks that
rather resembled a pair of dirty rags flapping upon his upper thighs; the
skin of those buttocks was, thanks to whipstrokes, so deadened and
toughened that you could seize up a handful and knead it without his
feeling a thing. In the center of it all there was displayed - no need to
spread those cheeks - an immense orifice whose enormous diameter, odor, and
color bore a closer resemblance to the depths of a well-freighted privy
than to an asshole; and, crowning touch to these allurements, there was
numbered among this sodomizing pig's little idiosyncrasies that of always
leaving this particular part of himself in such a state of uncleanliness
that one was at all times able to observe there a rim or pad a good two