Chapter 10 would rather have a holbeinian virgin

A sweltering morning: the air is stagnant, acrid and unsettling.I sat on the balcony watching The Odyssey and watched the Pretty Witch turn her admirer into a beast.This is a beautiful picture of love in ancient times. There was a soft rustle of grass and leaves.My book rustled too, as did the balcony. A woman's robe— Here she comes—Venus comes.But no fur coat.No, it was the widow who came in this time, but—she was also a Venus.Oh!What a charming woman! She sat there in a white dressing gown, gazing at me, how poetic and elegant her beautiful figure was!She is neither tall nor slender.Her face was attractive, a beauty more lively than serious; and so charming, so gentle, her full but not too small red lips had a mischievous nobility.Her skin is so delicate, the blue veins are clearly visible on the arms and chest.How thick her red curls were—yes, her hair wasn't yellow or blond, it was red.The hair around the back of her neck is so charming and magical.Now her eyes look at me, glowing like green arrows.Her eyes, indeed, were green, and radiated an indescribably soft power; green as precious gems, and unfathomable as the waters of mountain lakes.

She noticed my confusion, which threw me off as I was still sitting there with my hat on. She smiled mischievously. Finally, I stood up and greeted her.She came up to me and burst into a loud, childlike laugh.Like a punk or an idiot who stutters on these occasions, I stuttered again. This is what it was like when we met. The Goddess asked for my name and told me hers: her name was Wanda Van Duela. She really is my Venus. "But ma'am, how did you find out about that?" "By the drawings you tucked in a book—" "I completely forgot about it." "The comment on the back of the picture is weird—"

"Why is it strange?" She looked at me, "I've always wanted to meet a real dreamer - to feel something different. Oh. If all things were taken into account, it would surprise me to be the most savage person, and that person would be you." "Dear ma'am...in fact—" It's annoying, I'm a stuttering ass again, and I'm blushing, like a 16-year-old boy, but in fact I Almost 10 years older than a 16-year-old boy. "You were startled last night." "Actually yes ... however - but why don't you sit down?" She sat, admiring my fear—because I was more afraid of her now, in the endless night—and her upper lip twitched, ironically, but charmingly.

She began to speak, "You think love, especially women, is something hostile to you, something that offends your dignity, in vain, but you think they are stronger than you, you think you are being tortured, you are being brutally stabbed Li: This is a very modern view.” "You don't understand me." "I don't understand," she said quickly and decisively, shaking her hands vigorously, her fur fluttering like angry flames. "I think Herlen's sensuality—pleasure without pain—is the ideal I've been striving for all my life. I don't think that's what you Christians pray for, it's not what you modern people pray for, it's not what you chivalry pray for. Yes, look at me: I am a more heretic than a heretic, I am a heretic!"

"When Anchises courted the goddess of love in Eden, do you think she really thought about it? "I like these lines from Goethe's "Elegis of Rome". "In this world love existed only in the age of heroes, 'when God and Goddess loved each other.' In those days "'Admiration comes with a glance, and pleasure comes with admiration.' "Everything else is fake, fake, dishonest. The horrible symbol of Christianity, the cross, scares me. Christianity introduces something alien and hostile to the world and to ignorant people. "Your intellectual weapon in the struggle against the sensible world is the new Gospel. I don't want a single part of it."

"Yes, Mount Olympia is where you'll be, ladies," I responded. "But we moderns cannot tolerate the pleasures of antiquity, especially in love. We are horrified at the thought of sharing Aspasia with anyone else—even with anyone else; We are as jealous as our gods, and thus the name of Fairy Frynn is synonymous with insults for us. "We'd rather have a pale, sorry-looking Holbeinian virgin who is all her own than a flamboyant classical Venus who loves Anchase today despite her beauty Tomorrow I love Prince Paris and the day after Adonis. When nature overcomes us, when we let ourselves fall in love with a woman who treats us like a demon, we regard it as our duty A way of atonement."

"So you are all modern women, suitors of mean, hysterical little women who sleepwalk, chase muscular men, and don't appreciate the best of men. They are often teary-eyed, neglect their Christian duties, deceive others and be deceived by others Deceitful, often chasing men, choosing men and rejecting men, never feeling happy, never making others happy, cursing fate instead of calmly admitting: 'I wish to live in the days of Helen and Aspasia, like them Love like that.' Nature knows there is no eternal relationship between man and woman."