Table of Contents Title Page Dedication Epigraph Introduction Chapter One - The Great Triangulators I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. XIV. Chapter Two - Mutually Sustaining Visions I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. Chapter Three - Intellectuals in Love I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. Chapter Four - The Sacred Monsters I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Chapter Five - The Miracle Accomplished by Blood and Joy I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. Epilogue Notes and Bibliography Acknowledgments Permissions Index Copyright Page To Meaghan, with love and admiration I know now your eyes are wide open. Certain things you will never believe any more, certain gestures you will never repeat, certain sorrows, misgivings, you will never again experience. A kind of white, criminal fervor in your tenderness and cruelty. Neither remorse nor vengeance; neither sorrow nor guilt. A living it out, with nothing to save you from the abyss but a high hope, a faith, a joy that you tasted, that you can repeat when you will. HENRY MILLER TO ANAÏS NIN, 1932