The missionary is no longer a man, a conscience. He is a corpse, in the hands of a confraternity, without family, without love, without any of the sentiments that are dear to us.... Emasculated, in a sense, by his vow of chastity, he offers us the distressing spectacle of a man deformed and impotent or engaged in a stupid and useless struggle with the sacred needs of the flesh, a struggle which, seven times out of ten, leads him to sodomy, the gallows, or prison.
ATTRIBUTION:
Paul Gauguin (1848–1903), French artist. Intimate Journals, p. 143, trans. by Van Wyck Brooks (1923, repr. 1930).
