Lipton’s Journal/February 1, 1955/404

The Catholic would argue, “You see, you admit a three-quarter saint who can do without sex. How do you account for that?” To which I would answer that it is a riddle although probably not insurmountable, but that it is certainly less of a riddle than that there is a God who gave Life but immediately ceded the dispensing of life and the life energies over to a Devil. That is the total contradiction on which S rests, but it is so exhausting, so static, that until H began to express itself as Reason in the early Renaissance, Western slumbered in shit—giving snores of torture.