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

inches thick. Below a belly as wrinkled as it was livid and gummy, one
perceived, within a forest of hairs, a tool which, in its erectile
condition, might have been about eight inches long and seven around; but
this condition had come to be the most rare and to procure it a furious
sequence of things was the necessary preliminary. Nevertheless, the event
occurred at least two or three times each week, and upon these occasions
the President would glide into every hole to be found, indiscriminately,
although that of a young lad's behind was infinitely the most precious to
him. The head of the President's device was now at all times exposed, for
he had had himself circumcised, a ceremony which largely facilitates
enjoyment and to which all pleasure-loving persons ought to submit. But one
of the purposes of the same operation is to keep this privity cleaner;
nothing of the sort in Curval's case: this part of him was just as filthy
as the other: this uncapped head, naturally quite thick to begin with, was
thus made at least an inch ampler in circumference. Similarly untidy about
all the rest of his person, the President, who furthermore had tastes at
the very least as nasty as his appearance, had become a figure whose rather
malodorous vicinity might not have succeeded in pleasing everyone. However,
his colleagues were not at all of the sort to be scandalized by such
trifles, and they simply avoided discussing the matter with him. Few
mortals had been as free in their behavior or as debauches as the
President; but, entirely jaded, absolutely besotted, all that remained to
him was the depravation and lewd profligacy of libertinage. Above three
hours of excess, and of the most outrageous excess, were needed before one
could hope to inspire a voluptous reaction in him. As for his emission,
although in Curval the phenomenon was far more frequent than erection, and
could be observed once every day, it was, all the same, so difficult to
obtain, or it never occurred save as an aftermath to things so strange and
often so cruel or so unclean, that the agents of his pleasure not
uncommonly renounced the struggle, fainting by the wayside, the which would
give birth in him to a kind of lubricious anger and this, through its
effects, would now and again triumph where his efforts had failed. Curval
was to such a point mired down in the morass of vice and libertinage that
it had become virtually impossible for him to think or speak of anything
else. He unendingly had the most appalling expressions in his mouth, just
as he had the vilest designs in his heart, and these with surpassing energy
he mingled with blasphemies and imprecations supplied him by his true
horror, a sentiment he shared with his companions, for everything that
smacked of religion. This disorder of mind, yet further augmented by the
almost continual intoxication in which he was fond of keeping himself, had
during the past few years given him an air of imbecility and prostration
which, he would declare, made for his most cherished delight.
Born as great a gourmand as a drunk, he alone was fit to keep abreast
of the Duc, and in the course of this tale we will behold him to perform
wonders which will no doubt astonish the most veteran eaters.
It had been ten years since Curval had ceased to discharge his
judicial duties; it was not simply that he was no longer fit to carry them
out, but I even believe that while he had been, he may have been asked to
leave these matters alone for the rest of his life.
Curval had led a very libertine life, every sort of perversion was