For that very tickling and sting that is found in certain pleasures and seems to raise us above simple health and absence of pain, that active, stirring, and somehow or other burning and biting voluptuousness, even that itself points only to freedom from pain as its goal. The appetite that sweeps us away into intercourse with women seeks only to drive out the pain that ardent and furious desire brings us, and asks us only to assuage it and to be set at rest and exempted from this fever. And so for the rest.
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Neither is pain always something for him to flee, nor pleasure something for him to pursue.
Michel De Montaigne, Apology for Raymond Sebond