The doctor who declared each of his lobotomies "an experiment in fusion" brings the same professional sense of justification to the broadening of his duties by court mandate; he envisions a horrifying coup on the part of these women in which they seize his knives and needles, and castrate and core him, but he consoles himself with the likelihood that they would leave him his eyes to behold them (131).(11) For his part, Sickert, "almost a past master of the done for," wonders if some day he will "drown in all his browns: all those sauces, soups, and glues his mind had lingered on, in a coprophile
's tizzy" (285), yet he too' remains transfixed.
And again, as opposed to the Marquis de Sade, who is the greatest coprophile
in literature after Aristophanes and Rabelais, behind Mamleev's coprophilia stands no principle whatever.