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Sappho: Stop looking at my breasts!Then again, Plato died a bachelor.
Critias: I wasn't--
Sappho: Don't give me that, you overprivileged patriarchal pornographer!
Critias: But I'm a feminist too!
Sappho: Shut your festering gob, you dick! Your type makes me puke, you rape-mongering pre-castrato!
Critias: Look, I came here for Reparation. I'm not going to stand--
Sappho: Oh! I'm sorry, but this is Revenge.
Critias: Oh, I see. Well, that explains it.
Sappho: Yes, you want room 12A, just along the corridor.
Critias: Oh, Thank you very much. Sorry.
Sappho: Not at all.
Critias: Thank You.
Sappho: (muttering) Phallofascist oppressor...
"The only hope for peace is to teach people who are full of pep and unbound force to enjoy being bound ... Only when the control of self by others is more pleasant than the unbound assertion of self in human relationships can we hope for a stable, peaceful human society. ... Giving to others, being controlled by them, submitting to other people cannot possibly be enjoyable without a strong erotic element".
About male readers, he later wrote: "Give them an alluring woman stronger than themselves to submit to, and they'll be proud to become her willing slaves!"
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