With Horasan the nude is never limited to the associations called up by an unclad body. Rather than being the subject or object of sexual pleasure, nudity is first of all an expression of the "perverted self" trapped in its own body. These beings have stripped neither for their own sake nor for ours, and sexual stimulation is thus mutually excluded from the outset. Instead, we are gripped by feelings of pity and wonder. In the shadow of decrepitude, the body is doomed to an existence of flesh and blood alone, and this doom itself becomes a final refuge. Perhaps this is why the naked body does not yield itself up completely the flesh with Horasan is a terra incognita signifying spiritual decay, a bottomless well down which we plunge in amazement.