Boris Sanders 

Voice of One Crying In the Whoreness

When a man is weak by  mind, he does not criticize the work, but its author. He digs in biography,  and to the greatest self-pleasure, he finds a lot of interesting facts, which  lately uses in his critics. There is nothing easier, than proclaiming F.Gleuza "a looser", an unsatisfacted male, or to make him an impotent, in order of drawing away the readers' attention from the content of his works. Such a tricks are usually applauded by the majority of readers, and the critic, crossing off the deserts of the author himself, appropriates a fame. Recollect the position of Schopenhauer before he crossed off Kant's philosophy. Recollect how having made fun of Hegel's system became famous Feuerbach. Recollect, how genius and simple was Schpengler's revolution of traditional historical thought and how much did he have to pay for it; critics, feeling itself powerless in front of the new historical concept, either  interfered into his private life, or found the similar ideas in other sources. In short, the critics was engaged with everything possible, except critics. Before anything similar appeared regarding Gleuza, I decided to become his advocate.  

Gleuza's philosophy is a some kind of longing for the feelings  that once existed. Life experience shows to Gleuza, that women's love does not exist. The only condition, that woman demands before she allows to have sex with her - is fulfilment of some kind of rituality. "A bitch from a bitch differs by price" и "Every woman is a bitch in her own way".  Does not it mean that every woman needs her own, special ritual? For more, notice, that the more complicated is fulfilment of the ritual, the more decent is considered the woman herself. Gleuza erases such a traditional women's perception. He makes all women equal. Because from his point of view there is a difference only in the form of payment, but the essence stays equal. Everything is depicted by formula: for money you can get goods, for qualitatively fulfilled ritual - woman. Those, who demmand for their services the highest prices, he counts for "hypocritical whores". And that are those, who were considered practically saints till the recent times.   

Unlucky efforts to find a sincere love made Gleuza to come to such a kind of philosophy. His lines, even the most bald and rude are saturated with a romantic sadness and sole disbalance, caused by the longing for
those feelings that never existed.