But we also fall in love...

Coulmier:

It's not even a proper novel. It's nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. Frankly, it even fails as an exercise in craft. The characters are wooden, the diologue is inane. Not to mention the repetition of words like "nipple" and "pikestaff".

Marquis de Sade:

There I was taxed; it's true.
Coulmier:

 And such puny scope. Nothing but the worst in man's nature.

Marquis de Sade:

I write of the great, eternal truths that bind together all mankind. The whole world over, we eat, we shit, we fuck, we kill and we die.

Coulmier:

But we also fall in love, we build cities, we compose symphonies, and we endure. Why not put that in your books as well.