I remember that one day, when we were in a car tooling along at top speed,we crashed into a cyclist, an apparently very young and very pretty girl. Her head was almost totally ripped off by the wheels. For a long time, we were parked a few yards beyond without getting out, fully absorbed in the sight of the corpse. The horror and despair at so much bloody flesh, nauseating in part, and in part very beautiful, was fairly equivalent to our usual impression upon seeing one another.

Quote by Georges Bataille

(Story of the Eye) (under pseudonym of Lord Auch)
L'Anus solaire 1931. Trans. 1851) a tax collector and Antoinette-Aglaë Tournarde (b.

Eroticism sovereignty and transgression are at the core of his writings.