Since spirituality is, for him, to be found in the physical, the act of sex is a way of reaching toward that spirituality – toward the truth that Miller so actively seeks. Granted, Miller is no Kama Sutra mystic, and his writing is always laced with a heavy dose of self-parody, but he does seem to view sex as one of the few truly meaningful physical activities still open to humans, a way of forging connections with the material world. He takes sex seriously, for it opens up avenues of perception and consciousness that other activities do not. Tropic of Capricorn is replete with references to the “super-cunt,” and a frequently lobbied term is “the Land of Fuck.” Miller does not treat sex as purely physical, the way Rabelais or Chaucer might, eliciting comedy from bawdy situations or titillating his readers for sensual kicks.
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