Il n'est pas de plaisir plus doux que de surprendre un homme en lui donnant plus qu'il n'espère. - Charles Baudelaire

A man who from the beginning has long been soaked in the languid atmosphere of a woman, the scent of her hands, her bosom, her knees, her hair, her lithe and flowing clothes,<p>Sweet bath, suavely
Scented with ointments,<p>has acquired a delicacy of skin, a refinement of tone, a kind of androgyny without which the toughest and most virile of geniuses remains, when it comes to artistic perfection, an incomplete being.

You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.

He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.