A diseased mind produces a bodily stench. Recalling a state dinner, diplomat Fiona Hill said that Vladimir Putin neither ate nor drank and that he “smelled odd.” By all accounts, Adolph Hitler reeked.
Wanting something obscures the fact that I lack nothing.
In this snorting congestion of desire and fear, described by many as everyday life, we may pause to ask, What do men want? What are they seeking? Comfort, mostly. Personal comfort.
The writer Helen Keller was blind and deaf but her sense of smell was highly developed. Here she describes the scent of men: “Masculine exhalations are, as a rule, stronger, more vivid, more widely differentiated than those of women. In the odour of young men there is something elemental, as of fire, storm and salt sea. It pulsates with buoyancy and desire. It suggests all the things strong and beautiful and joyous and gives me a sense of physical happiness.”
Consumerism is more like a religion than religions are. Its temples, real and virtual, draw millions of adherents on every day and night of the week. All the festivals are celebrated. Nobody is turned away. And via the act of acquisition, we’re happy again.