Chapter 11 will draw her a fur coat

"My dear lady—" "Let me finish. It's just the egoism of men trying to keep women like treasures. All the attempts to tie women down with vows, contracts, and sacred ceremonies haven't made love last. One of the most changing aspects of changing human existence. Can you deny that our Christendom is corrupting?" "but--" "But you're saying that anyone who rebels against the social system is exiled, slandered, and stoned to death. Good. I dare to try. My principle is that I am a total heretic, and I want to make the most of my life. This time. I can do this without thinking about your criticism, all I want is happiness. The inventor of Christian marriage is right, because he also invented the fame of immortality. But I don't want to live like this forever. If everything I'm Wanda Van Duela ends with my last breath, do I worry if my pure spirit sings in the choir of angels? Do I worry if my dust becomes a new form ?Once I'm not there,I don't think about whether I should give up anything?Should I belong to a man I don't love just because I once loved him?No,I don't give up anything,I love Any man who attracts me, I'm going to make any man who loves me happy. Is this kind of thinking ugly? No, it's at least better than me cruelly torturing a man who is pining for me and leaving him alone. I Young, rich, beautiful, and as I say, I live to have fun."

There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes when she spoke, and I clutched her hand not knowing what to do; but now, being a natural coward again, I let the chance slip by. "You're very frank," I said, "and it confuses me, it's not just this—" Unfortunately, my timidity once again defeated me, making my tongue roll and I couldn't speak. "What do you want to say?" "What I wanted to say—yes, I wanted to say...forgive me, dear lady—I interrupted you." "What's wrong?" Long pause.I'm sure she's reciting a monologue that, translated in my words, can only be summed up in one word: "Stupid."

"With your permission, my dear lady," I said afterwards. "How did you come up with these ideas?" "Very simple. My father was a rationalist. In my cradle I was surrounded by a stream of ancient images. At ten I read Jill Brass, at twelve I read Lane Lane ’. When other kids were reading the fairy tales Tom’s Thumb, Bluebeard, and Cinderella, I read Venus and Apollo, Hercules and Laocoon as Be my friend. My husband has a cheerful personality. Even when he was terminally ill soon after marriage, he never frowned. One night before he passed away, he called me to his bedside. He was in a wheelchair. For several months, I often joked with me: "Hey, do you have any admirers? "My face turned red. 'Don't lie to me,' he added once. 'I'll think that ugly. Find a handsome boy or some other man. You're a good wife, But you're still a half-grown kid and you need toys.'

"I probably didn't have to tell you I had no admirers at the time. That was enough. He recommended me to be what I wanted to be: a Greek." "A goddess," I interjected. she smiled. "Which goddess?" "Venus." She waved her hands and frowned, "Venus in a fur coat. Wait—I have a long fur coat that completely covers you. I want to wrap you in a net made of fur coats. "Actually, do you believe it," I said at once, for I had an ordinary and stupid idea, but at the time I thought it was a good idea. "Do you think your idea can be staged in the era we live in? It is Venus wandering freely between the railway and the telegraph. She is not naked, calm and calm, can it be like this?"

"You can't be naked, you have to wear a fur coat," she cried, laughing. "Would you like to see me like that?" "So--" "What do you mean by 'then'?" "There are free, lovable, cheerful, happy people like the Greeks as long as there are slaves who do things for them in daily life, and above all work for them." "Of course," she replied mischievously. "A goddess like me on Olympia needs an entire army of slaves, so watch out for me." "why?" I was stunned by her bold words, "why" blurted out.However, she wasn't surprised at all.Her lips were slightly turned up, revealing her small white teeth.She spoke casually, as if the matter was not worth mentioning. "Will you be my slave?"

"There is no equality in love," I answered, eager and serious. "If I had to choose between domination and obedience, it seemed more attractive to choose to be the slave of a beautiful woman. But where would I find such a woman, to find a man who does not control men with willfulness, but who knows How about a woman who dominates a man calmly, confidently, even harshly?" "Oh, that's not a hard thing to do." "you believe--" "Like—me!" she laughed, leaning back. "I've got the flair for tyranny - and I've got the necessary props - a fur coat. But, last night you seemed quite frightened!"

"It's really serious." "What now?" "Now—I'm more frightened than last night!" We are together every day.I had a great time with - Venus;We had breakfast on my balcony and tea in her little living room.I have a chance to show my little talent in front of her.What is the use of all the sciences, and all the arts, if I can't serve a pretty and charming woman? ... However, this woman is otherwise all right except not slim, and I get the impression that she is quite brutal.One day I was painting her portrait, and in the process of painting it became clear to me that our modern clothes did not match her head at all.Her temperament was less Roman than Greek.

I draw her as a Psyche or an Astarte, depending on whether her eyes look passionate and radiant or half-thoughtful and half-painful, looking tired and sexy.But she wishes she had only one portrait. Oh, and I'll paint her a fur coat. what!Who else has the right to wear a princess-like fur coat but her?I have no doubts about it.