The organ thus welcomes the difference of the stranger into my body: it is always the organ of my ruin, and this truth is so original that neither the heart, the central organ of life, nor the sex, the first organ of life, can escape it: It is thus that there is in fact nothing more ignominiously useless and superfluous than the organ called the heart which is the dirtiest means that any being could have invented for pumping life inside me.