Viz, I'll explain about the clot later, it requires some thoughtful writing, but as for pleasures, you completely missed my phrases about the combination of the base and the sublime, and regarding the idea that love for pleasure is a driving force—one could say that love itself is one of those pleasures.
Pleasures and love. No, brother, love is not a pleasure. Meeting some "cutie" at a disco and sleeping with her—now that is a pleasure. But for love, people more often suffer than rejoice. Remember Helen of Troy. I don't think Paris was getting any pleasure seeing his compatriots perish because of his infatuation. I've already said, love isn't just "little kisses under the moon." It is always suffering, it is always trials. And that is correct. And that is beautiful. And that is how it should be.