Lipton’s Journal/January 31, 1955/385
Son of a bitch. The son of a whore. But a whore excites us because she embodies the orgiastic principle, just as an enemy (son-of-a-bitch is invariably used for someone who threatens us no matter how contemptible he may seem) excites our H, makes us feel alive, even if we are so S-ed up that all we can feel is anxiety.
