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Among men, we find two types of persons.

One is cruel by reason of stupidity. Never analyzed, never reasoned.

This type is always easy to find protection against.

The other type is the person who is cruel because of his intelligence and

delicacy of feeling.

In this type of person, cruelty is finely wrought and sensitive to

Cruelty liberates and awakens him.

These are the words of the Marquis de Sade, in whom cruelty reached new

And to the art of cruelty, he gave his name, sadism.

You are now witnessing an actual recreation of the torture of Christian

at the beginning of the current era.

Contrary to popular opinion, it was not the purpose of these machines to kill,

but rather to maintain lingering life under maximum discomfort.

In the art of torture, death is merely a byproduct, not an end.

The premature demise of a victim is considered a failure.

Many an executioner found himself permanently unemployed by having too

hand.

With the development of machine technology, newer, finer methods of

pain were discovered.

Probably the most famous of these instruments was the rack.

Here the victim was stretched upon the frame with his wrists and ankles bound

rollers at each end.

Failure on his part to give proper answers to the inquisitors would cause

ropes to be tightened with mathematical certainty, causing at a minimum severe

dislocation of the limbs.

There were times when the victim was of such stamina and durability that the

game could be played almost indefinitely.

In 1743, John Costas endured the rack for over a year, being allowed

suitable rest periods to refresh.

In the hands of the less delicate, the arms and legs were often separated from

the body.

But this would affect an instant and abrupt ending to the game, thereby

eliminating the sport.

If the purpose of the torture machines had been just to kill, it could have

done much more easily and much less costly.

An arrow, an axe, the noose, all of these tools of extinction were quite

known at the time and quite efficient.

But man sought more sadistic methods to titillate his senses.

Among the many glorious and ingenious devices created for torture was the Iron

Maiden, sometimes known as the Virgin Mary.

Sharp knives placed strategically to cause severe lacerations lined the

The prisoner was placed within the loving arms of the maiden and the doors

closed. As the maiden cruelly took its victim to its bosom, the shrieks of pain

gave wondrous satisfaction to the demanding sadists witnessing the event.

Torture in its crude form saw men boiled in scalding water.

Here the victim is tightly stretched on a wheel and spun ever more slowly into a

pot of boiling water and only occasionally lifted out just to test the

temperature.

In torture's more refined form, water was combined with more sophisticated

devices.

When the principal player proved impervious to any one particular device,

It was the practice to combine several methods into kind of a dungeon room

smorgasbord.

The Romans devised a method of punishment which not only tortured, but

also identify a criminal for future employers.

It might be called a permanent letter of reference.

By impinging red -hot metal on the skin, not too gently, this girl was clearly

branded a thief.

No one ever gave much thought to rehabilitation in those days.

For the young household maid who had a tendency to swipe milady's little

luxuries, it served as ample warning.

Of course, one of the favorite forms of mutilation was the traditional burning

out of the eyes.

The pagan Romans used it on the early Christians to make them see the light.

The Christians then used it on the remaining pagans for the same purpose.

But eye gouging was not always done for punishment.

It was the practice of certain amorous Roman housewives to have the eyes of

their most handsome slaves put out so they could then be employed amorously

without being able to identify the seductive woman of the house.

Water to most people is merely something to drink.

But in the torture chamber, water can be a weapon of unendurable pain.

Hot or cold, drop by drop, or by the bucketful, water was the

executioner's delight.

Here we have the bed of nails.

If a victim of the torture room was subject to fainting spells or tired too

rapidly, there was always this prickly device on which he could lie down for a

short rest.

One would, however, need a strong skin to get any sleep on this bed.

Torture and sadism has flourished in all cultures and in all civilizations for

thousands of years.

But to many, torture was honed to its finest sadistic point by the oriental

mind. Here in Singapore, through gory realistic figurines, the past is

for us in hideous detail.

Each of these tortures was designed to cure a specific human failing, and each

did its job extremely well.

Lust, greed, cowardice.

Every sin of man had an accompanying punishment.

This young lad was accused of being disrespectful to his parents.

Generation to generation passed on the belief that fear of punishment was a

necessary deterrent in curbing man's innate evil.

Thus, even today, a modern -day couple brings a young son to view this horror

museum as part of his education.

This special purifying bath was devised for young brides who were tempted to

dally with their husband's best friends while the breadwinner was away from

home. An unforgivable sin.

For the transgressor who had a habit of speaking out of turn, this served as a

remarkable cure.

In fact, the Chinese had a sure cure for almost everything.

Ulcers, indigestion,

Even migraine headaches.

But you might say that although the doctor was able to effect a cure, in

cases he lost the patient.

In spite of all the fun man seemed to be having torturing his fellow man along

about the 18th century, he began to delude himself that he had become too

civilized to enjoy torture.

crucifixion and burning in oil were banned forever.

The rack, the bed of nails, and Iron Maiden were left to gather cobwebs in

museums as mementos of other times and other places.

Man said, those days are past and gone forever.

That is, most of man did, all except our friend the Marquis.

The Marquis showed us that torture still exists, even though hampered by laws

and restrictions.

Although we may look on these scenes with loathing and disgust, we must try

understand that so steep was the Oriental in a torture -oriented culture

tended to look on punishment as a religion and an accepted way of

training and discipline.

Together with holding human life cheaply, it has molded and colored the

complex Eastern man into a being Western man does not readily comprehend.

Even today we read of atrocities and tortures that stun the mind.

But the seeds of this behavior were planted centuries ago.

We are now merely witnessing the heritage of sadism.

The traits of oriental forefathers are still visible in present -day culture.

The rites and practices of torture can be seen in everyday modern life.

Some harmless, some cruel and sadistic. But all of it fascinating as a study of

the sadistic human being.

It's often said that thunder is the devil's awakening, and that the full

brings out the madness in witches.

Well, perhaps it's the darkness of evening.

that brings out the sickness in man.

The beat of primitive rhythms excites long -hidden desires.

There is a leap back through time to the collective unconsciousness to find the

longing and yearning buried there generations ago.

Each beat is a step that releases the impulse buried under a multitude of

restrictions and taboos.

Every drink frees from the unconscious, the lust and wants, that normally remain

chained there.

In all the little fun and games, innocent little pastimes that develop

evening's enjoyment can be seen the remnants of primitive behavior.

This is

theoretically an art contest on a slightly different and strange campus.

But artists have been known to paint on stranger things.

Art for art's sake is their motto.

It's doubtful, however, if any of these fine works will ever hang in the loo.

Probably the only hanging they'll ever get is on tomorrow's clothesline.

Tonight, though, the creative instinct flows freely.

If one can get one's mind off the subject and on to the subject matter...

we can see the most curious figurations developing.

The snake, the octopus, strange sexual symbols indeed.

From out of what corner of the mind do these drawings come?

One might also wonder why this artist had the desire to draw on the flesh

than the panty.

Could it be that somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind...

He is feeling the same thrill in marking this girl that the torturer once felt

in laying the hot branding iron to the skin and leaving his mold.

There are times when man must think that there is nothing more to be done to the

human body than what has already been tried.

But then along comes an artist, a creative genius, a man with a new idea,

approach.

Soon the world is a fun place to live in again.

Two twin, two red.

To rest the human torso into positions never before tried.

To build a symphony of lashing arms and thrashing legs.

Oh, what a joy of creation to release man's most inner feeling.

The results of this mad, capering couple will be immortalized on canvas forever.

And some poor housewife will someday be standing before it in a museum, racking

her brain to arrive at the artist's inner meaning and true soul.

you may think he's completely crazy but in the world of art he is a serious

pioneer in new forms of self -expression he is constantly reaching and

stretching to keep his creative mind alive his style is as individual as his

haircut both are completely his with which to experiment

If some painters like a broad canvas, others prefer one of a more limited

nature.

This artist's work will not achieve immortality, but will stay alive only

days or weeks, depending on the number of baths his canvas takes.

Never mind, he works for the fun of it. And you must admit, it has its

compensations. But he'd better be careful. A little slip could earn him a

slap.

In fact, for the unskilled craftsman, it could turn out to be hazardous work.

The exacting artisan has finished his masterpiece.

One wonders what a psychiatrist would have to say about this human Rorschach

test. But I don't imagine many patients would walk into an office looking like

this.

The history of man, it is often said, can be seen in the history of his art.

Probably no form of art is more universal than the art of tattooing.

This strange form of body mutilation has been practiced from ancient times until

today in all four corners of the earth.

From the most primitive tribes to the most modern cities.

From the Orient to New York.

Tattooing is extremely painful and dangerous to the subject.

Each needle prick can be felt as it tears the skin.

Each cut is agony even if infection does not form.

And yet the art continues through the centuries.

In this incredible bizarre artistry, handed down from generation to

it is never the artist who is remembered.

but the customer who has achieved a kind of status, more as a symbol of endured

pain than as a flowering representation of creativity.

It is the quantity of torment suffered rather than the quality of work which

achieves acclaim.

One might say that in this art, pain and paint have joined hands in imaginative

sadism.

Noodles, noodles everywhere.

A note of levity. A noodle contest.

And yet, what's so funny about stuffing your intestines with oodles of noodles?

At this point, after having noodles slurped for some four hours, the

must surely be enjoying the pain of overeating more than the taste of the

It's like playing Russian roulette with nausea.

The judges in the audience, of course, are here for pure competitive sport, or

so they claim.

But it's quite evident that they're vastly amused and entertained watching

fellow man get sick, sicker and sickest.

Surely they can't be truly interested in how many noodles a human being can

consume.

The contestants are stoic in their discomfort.

They'll eat for a day and endure the impossible and all for the dubious title

the biggest noodle eater of them all

Of

all the sadomasochistic practices in existence Probably the most chilling and

the most statistically staggering is drug addiction Ultimate disintegration

the dope user is preordained There is no pretense about art, culture, or beauty.

The combination of immediate pleasure with eventual pain makes even the most

hard -working sadist pale.

The sensibilities of the poor creature we are seeing are so blunted that direct

injection into the bloodstream is not enough to completely turn her on.

She has to smoke opium as well to achieve the desired effect.

Relief from poverty, squalor, torment of mind, and the harsh realities of life

chain many victims of addiction every day.

The road toward this insanity is smooth and greased.

The road back is rocky, unpredictable, and agonizing.

The process of withdrawal is one of unparalleled horror.

The body trembles and convulses with a will of its own, begging for the drug

that holds it hostage.

Hallucinations, nausea, fever, palpitations are the daily fare of the

trying to kick the habit.

It is sometimes months before the chemical balance of the body is restored

semblance of normalcy is attained.

There are special hospitals all over the world that are trying to help the

addict. But it is a losing battle.

For with but one single fix, the addict can be a full -scale junkie again.

And all the pain of withdrawal has been for naught.

Each injection leads to another and to more insistent desire.

And each desire is but a stepping stone to utter degradation.

These people have reached the bottom run on the ladder of human conduct.

Torment of both mind and body is their reward.

Of all who go through the doors of cure, of all who enter hospitals around the

world to get the monkey off their back, less than 1 % will remain free from the

demand of the drug.

And yet this frightening figure goes unheeded by the user.

He always feels he can kick the habit when he wants to.

He is that one percent.

An illusion that is shattered once he tries.

They walk away smiling, cured.

Yet they know they will soon be back to endure the pain of breaking the habit.

That their cure is a fleeting one.

Like a cloud.

For those who can no longer find the relief they seek through drugs.

For those who recognize the futility of dope addiction.

And for those who can find an answer nowhere, there is always one solution.

Suicide.

In almost every nation on this earth, there is a special suicide spot, usually

very beautiful one.

Here, among the tranquil beauty of nature, sadism reaches its ultimate

At this point, hundreds of people a year hurtle their bodies off the cliff.

aimed like a bullet at this odd -shaped rock below in one last desperate attempt

at ultimate destruction.

No one has ever been known to fail in his search for death.

Death, the final act, the last supreme outcry against all that civilized man

holds dear, life itself.

Self -annihilation, the crowning infliction of pain on those who love us.

Modern psychology tells us that this is the true purpose, not just to end life,

but to create pain and misery for those who care.

The suicide goes to his death filled with the one last sadistic satisfaction

hurting most those he loves.

Little does he realize that once the flesh is gone, so is the misery and the

memory.

Who cares now what the purpose was of their deaths or lives?

Why these people died, how they lived, has long since been forgotten.

All that is left is the remaining parts of their earthly bodies heaped together

into grotesque mounds.

Immortality is brief.

Soon he will be a curio or a trinket to be gathered here on the beach as is done

in Okinawa.

To be scrubbed and scoured and finally sold as a memento.

A memento for sadists around the world.

If you think you're back watching the torture of the Middle Ages, you're

What you're looking at is taking place in the 20th century.

And this is not the rack or the cross.

It's a device for increasing one's height.

And here, torture is gladly born. Not as a punishment, but for beauty.

Beauty, beauty, beauty.

What will not be endured in thy name?

Stretch, push, pull, shake, twist, and bounce.

The tortured chamber attendant would probably find himself right at home in

room. But I dare say it might even be too much for him to stomach.

After the limbs and torso have been manipulated and almost torn apart, take

what's left.

and wrap it in decaying seaweed.

They claim it's good for the skin, if not the nostrils.

But for the sadist, the worse the aroma, the deeper the pleasure.

It's been said that a seven -day treatment like this will undoubtedly

the skin you love to touch.

Well, at least it does for sharks, octopi, and whales.

This young mother spent the entire morning scolding her children for

themselves dirty.

She couldn't take the time to wipe the mud off her kids. She had an appointment

at the beauty parlor.

Mud is a wonderful thing.

Primitive man thought it had mystical powers.

Some used it as a body decoration.

Children, of course, just like the feel of it.

But this modern, well -educated woman knows that its real secret is in beauty.

It cleans the pores, tightens the skin.

circulates the blood, removes wrinkles.

Well, would you believe she just likes the feel of it? Just like her children?

If it doesn't feel good on, it probably feels good when taken off.

Something like hitting yourself with a hammer because it feels so good when it

stops.

Little will her husband know the pain and anguish that she endured to make

herself beautiful.

The goddess of beauty is no easy mistress and does not give her favors

severe sacrifice.

So ladies, endure.

Endure for beauty awaits.

In most parts of the world, the sting of the bumblebee is known in many cases to

be fatal.

But not here in this village.

Here the bee sting is considered a cure for whatever ails you.

And not just one sting.

The suffering patient is allowed to be bitten time and time again and injected

with enough toxin to normally kill several grown men.

Though the cure may be more painful than the sickness, somehow the patient

survives.

If a patient, however, is suffering from nervous disorder, he should try moxa as

a treatment.

The plant is put to flame right on the skin to sear the flesh.

Unfortunately... The patient is not even given a bullet to put between his teeth

to help endure the pain.

For really serious nervous disorders, there are people in Japan who will

literally burn it out of you.

This woman is fully conscious and fully aware of what's being done to her.

Her flesh is being seared.

It's an ancient Japanese remedy, as well as a form of torture.

The doctor works efficiently and with great precision, for he is a specialist

this particular procedure.

He determines the most sensitive areas of the nervous system and with very fine

needles punches the skin of the patient.

He then fits a strip of resin into the puncture and with a red -hot wick burns

the resin into the flesh.

It's not the external searing of skin which brings about the cure.

but rather the internal burning of cells.

The resin applied over and over again penetrates almost one -half inch into

skin.

This is all quite horrifying to us, but the afflicted claim remarkable cures and

miraculous results.

Perhaps it's the torture itself which is truly responsible for the relief of

symptoms.

It's incredibly painful, this burning through the flesh, and none of us would

able to endure it without anesthesia.

But the Japanese people, children as well, are trained from birth to

physical pain with superhuman stoicism.

It's this training and perhaps their whole philosophy which in time of crisis

enables them to blot out pain as effectively as chloroform.

Pain, anguish, misery, and sadism.

flourish on any economic level. But it is doubly agonizing for the desperately

poor. They cannot afford the release of drugs, nor the expensive cures of

specialists. We're in a district of the Orient so impoverished and backward that

even sanitary conditions as we know them are nonexistent.

Garbage disposal, sewage systems, these are unheard of luxuries.

As a consequence, most disease and illness is either self -cured or not

all. However, there are a few neighborhood advisors available for the

affluent of the poor.

This woman complains of persistent migraine headaches.

The diagnosis and cure are not simple, but the good man hopes this prescription

will relieve the symptoms.

For temporary relief, the local guru administers one of his own remedies.

Works fine for migraine headaches, but it hasn't proved too successful on

patients with nervous disorders.

In case you're sadistically inclined and would like to try it at home.

The theory is that if you dangle a mouse in front of the victim and threaten to

throw it in her mouth, she'll have such an attack of fright anticipating the

prospect, her migraine will be knocked right out of her head.

This is only a theory.

But if you think the patient is having a rough time, imagine what the poor mouse

is going through.

There he is, hanging by his tail, with a tremendous dark cavern threatening to

engulf him.

Here each year when the ships are about to embark on their fishing voyages, the

natives gather for ceremonies that will bestow good luck on all the vessels.

Since actual human sacrifice is no longer allowed, a mock ritual is

And each year, all of those who are newly married are immersed in the sea to

please... Well, it used to be the gods.

Now it's more to please themselves.

Just for the fun of it.

After the husbands have walked the plank, it's the young brides who provide

real entertainment.

There's something especially charming about torturing helpless young girls.

Maybe it's because they are so helpless.

If the water is ice cold...

Well, so much the better.

It's more fun that way for those watching.

Another kind of festival.

A winter festival where people actually love cold water and voluntarily bathe in

it for purification and sport.

The participants are almost entirely naked. The better to feel the cold, my

dear. The only thing warm to be seen for miles is the air they exhale.

The water could actually freeze a man to death in a very short time.

But to these bathers, with ice in their veins, it's nothing.

To most of us, it's enough to send chills down our spine just to think of

With them, however, the greater the pain, the more the pleasure.

No one is immune from an icy dunk.

Priests, mayors, rich and poor alike, all gather together to prove their

and manhood.

We do note there are many who keep jumping up and down so they may stay

long enough to allow pneumonia to develop.

They say the funeral festival is even better than the winter festival.

But at least it's not icy cold.

No, this festival is just called a water -throwing contest.

The only object of the game is to douse your opponent before he douses you.

It is indeed good, clean fun.

Fertility festivals and fertility rites are probably the oldest form of ritual

handed down to us since primeval time.

Each spring in most countries around the world, some sort of ceremony takes

place which celebrates the renewal of Earth's life cycle.

This one in Japan is probably the most famous one in existence today.

Revolving around female and male sex symbols, The entire ritual pays homage

the rebirth process and the creation of life.

Young brides go to the altars of the fertility gods to pray for children.

And the young men offer prayers for potency.

Yet if life is worshipped in Japan, it is also allowed to be taken more freely

than in other parts of the world.

Abortion is probably practiced more widely here than anywhere on earth.

This young girl has come from the United States to have an operation that would

be illegal at home.

By coming to a strange land, she will rid herself of her pregnancy without

of recognition.

or without taking the chance she would have to take in some unsterile back

room.

If the cutting edge of the surgeon's scalpel aborts life, it also gives life.

What you are now witnessing is the actual birth of a baby through a

operation.

Without the aid of these skilled hands, this baby would possibly never be born

alive, and it is very probable that the mother would die in childbirth.

But instead, life is being given, and the process of creation goes on,

by technology and the march of science.

Unfortunately, science is not infallible. It makes mistakes.

The deformities of these babies is the result of such a scientific mistake.

A certain drug was given as a tranquilizer to pregnant women to ease

of childbearing.

It was not until the first babies were born that the scientific world realized

what it had created.

Yet there is still hope that regardless of the handicaps, these children will

grow up to lead useful lives.

One cannot discourse on the complexities of sex and human behavior without at

least mentioning aphrodisiacs.

To many in the Orient, it is the snake who is the most revered for its mystical

powers.

Wild and exaggerated sexual claims are made by these snake eaters.

But if I were you, I wouldn't rush out and grab the first reptile lurking in

your neighborhood to test the theory.

The snake sits in the midst of pleasant conversation about he and she and this

and that, and woefully regrets that ill -fated piece of advice he gave to Eve.

In fact, the snake has probably learned to regret he ever ran into Adam and Eve,

for since that day he has learned to face many indignities, most of them

The very venom with which he defends himself is taken from him to be used as

antidote against his own bite, that self -defensive bite he uses for protection.

And to heap indignity on indignity, after being rendered impotent, he loses

head for the trouble.

Not all snakes need despair.

Some women have found it in their hearts to forgive the snake.

This young lady has taken this arch symbol of evil and brought him home to

a docile pet of him.

Contrary to popular opinion, snakes can and do make wonderful pets.

They respond to love and affection the same way other animals do.

Of course, I admit their appearance does put one off slightly.

But once you can conquer your initial disgust, they're almost as lovable as

or Spot.

With his paws firmly tied and stretched in a manner reminiscent of the rack of

yesteryear, the bear is skinned.

In the final traditional act, he is decapitated.

For some reason now forgotten, a salmon is placed in his mouth to symbolize

something long ago in the tribal history of this village.

In the fishing villages of the northern Kuril Islands, there is not a bear to be

found. In fact, there is nothing at all to hunt on land.

The villages, therefore, take to their boats and search out sea lions.

It's a theory here that they frighten the fish away.

The sea lion has no practical use.

It's not good for eating or any other purpose except as a victim for the hunt.

But being alive is sufficient reason for him to be shot on sight.

This one proved to be just a baby.

But age doesn't protect him, and soon he too is skin.

One does get the feeling in this part of the world that a good, clean complexion

could be fatal.

What you see before you is a school, a very special sort of school for young

girls who are lesbians.

They come here to live and be trained among other girls whose sexual

inclinations are similar to their own.

Like most schools or dormitories, the pledges, if they may be referred to as

that, are called upon to do all the menial jobs of the establishment.

The washing, the cleaning, the floors.

The house mother feels it's good training for the future.

After the young student has worked diligently in her chores, she is allowed

rest up for the fun and games that come later.

But fun and games here are a little different than in most classrooms.

The school is run on the progressive system theory that each student really

wants to learn in all that has to be provided.

is an atmosphere in which free expression can develop.

Learn through play is the motto.

And these girls certainly appear to be learning.

sight, it might appear that they are being prepared for life in a medieval

torture chamber.

But we assure you that is not the case.

They are actually being trained to be cabaret girls for the many bars in the

Orient that cater exclusively to lesbians.

A lesbian bar.

These bars are designed and decorated as romantically as those bars catering to

both sexes.

The music is soft, the lights are low, and the drinks loosen inhibitions the

same as drinks do everywhere.

Here the lesbian can pursue her quarry with as much diligence as the party of

the second part will allow.

In this public but seductive atmosphere, she is free to seek out the type of

relationship she desires.

This is the type of moral code advocated by the Marquis de Sade almost two

centuries ago.

He argued at the time that nature provided this peculiar motivation, and

could not repress it with his laws.

Looking at the large number of guests frequenting this bar, one might go back

and reread the Marquis.

Though these girls have certain sexual inclinations other than female, they

still outwardly dress and behave like girls.

And what may be perversion to us is normal enjoyment to them.

We are now in quite a different bar.

These very feminine -looking cocktail waitresses you are looking at are really

men.

They are homosexuals who have taken on almost to an exaggerated degree all the

characteristics of the female.

They are hired as bar girls, and as is fitting with their profession, are as

coquettish and seductive as any woman dare be.

The illusion of male -female chemistry is heightened by the clientele who play

-act in this bizarre drama as if it were a normal situation.

Every female trait and mannerism is studied and practiced.

How a woman walks, sits, talks, or holds a fan is imitated over and over again

until it is perfected.

Each detail is given the most minute attention, makeup, hairstyle, clothing.

After a while, their movements, speech, and mannerisms are totally devoid of

anything masculine.

To see one of these men swinging his hips as he walks down the street would

a genuine female green with envy.

There is one place, however, where despite the outward femininity of the

homosexual, he is forcefully told to leave, and that is the bathhouse.

The rather square proprietor of this public bath, insist that they use the

section marked men.

But everywhere else, they're accepted as females.

Thus, they've gone about as far as they can go without the benefit of an

operation to complete the process.

This young lady has decided to submit herself to the surgeon's scalpel in

of the beauty and the love she thinks it will bring.

Obviously dissatisfied with what she is or is not, she is willing to endure the

severe pain of plastic surgery to become someone else.

First she must decide what she wishes to be.

She selects a form or shape from the pictures, but I'm afraid what she wants

mostly from her own box of dreams.

The old is imprinted on a plastic mask to remind herself of what she was.

Then the operation begins.

The doctor starts to slice the tissue and fat away.

One must ask oneself what pain within causes this young girl to endure the

without.

Slowly, the cutting edge of the knife changes the look she was born with to

something created by man.

The eyes are slit and the eyelids reformed.

Then the nose is reshaped.

The ear lobes are filled out.

And last but not least, the breasts are enlarged.

When it's over, she compares herself to what she was.

She looks forward to a complete change of personality.

The Marquis would say that these physical aspects mean nothing. He would

that the inner repression caused by society is what must be cut away.

He might argue that to find happiness, we will need a new society, a new world,

not a new nose.

The Marquis could justify almost everything in his passion for individual

liberty.

Robbery, rape, mayhem, and even murder have been condoned in his writings.

Condoned, but not actually advocated.

He believed that with few laws, there would be fewer crimes.

We cannot help but wonder what he would say if he were to find himself in the

midst of a modern battlefield.

If he could see the terrible capacity man has for destroying himself.

He himself considered war a form of mass suicide, but he never could have

dreamed the extent of the damage modern technology could cause.

War. The ultimate failure of man to reach and to control his murderous

instinct.

Violence begets violence.

Killing whets the appetite for more. The process of war diminishes the value of

human life.

Statistics mount.

Casualties increase.

Until living under the cloud of total destruction seems normal and

What would the Marquis have said if he could have witnessed most of Europe in

the hands of a madman?

If he could have seen a senseless mass murder of millions?

In essence, the Marquis was a gentleman and developed his arguments based on his

own rather gentle nature.

He believed that all people were only interested and motivated to enjoy their

own lives without harming their neighbors.

He never dreamed of Dachau or Buchenwald.

After what we have just witnessed, could anyone doubt that cruelty and sadism is

a universal evil?

It is not just the Orientals who practice it, but Western man as well.

Perhaps it takes on different guises and seems more justified, but stripped bare

of its outer covering, it is precisely the same.

Are we different?

We who devise weaponry to inflict maximum torture?

We who have refined to a highly sophisticated degree the means to burn,

mar, and maim.

Are we any better?

Man is now living with the ultimate threat of doom hanging over him.

Will the perversities and sadism in humankind drive him to the final

of the world?

Will he bring about the extinction of human life from the face of the earth?

Must he use his fantastic skill and intelligence for death?

Or can it be used for beauty, for creation, for the greatest of all gifts,

life? It is for all of us to decide.

Will this be the outcome?

the world.