lar in Paris, and the highest society was always present when the "crazy people" gave a show.
During this time, the marquis was still writing. He wrote a long novel something like Justine and Juliette, but the manuscript was destroyed by his son. He also wrote two historical novels Isabelle of Bavaria, (published in 1952) and Adelaide of Brunswick, which has remained unpublished even in France until this edition appears.
The Marquis de Sade died in December, 1814, and was buried in the graveyard of the insane asylum.
If Sade had lived in modern times, he might have been as famous as André Gide, the Nobel Prize winner, or Oscar Wilde, the great English writer, who have both been as outspoken on the subject of perversion in our time as the marquis was in the eighteenth century. Or, perhaps he might have been another Krafft-Ebing, Havelock Ellis or Kinsey if his fertile mind had been guided towards the more scientific aspects of the question. Instead, he was a hunted man, a pariah, who had to flee into exile on various occasions and who paid very dearly for his unfortunate tastes by spending twenty-eight years of his life behind bars.
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