Dreams of beautiful women adrift in an old imperial mist - the pale girl whose eyes slant across a hushed landscape as she waits in torment for the beastly lover or the rosy bride, whose flesh would smash like porcelain were it not rendered both yielding and resistant by the tensile rigor of her ambition. The dark exotic girl whom fate has drawn from faraway and imprisoned among the sublime and ghostly fetishes of an abandoned palace - constricted, lustful and caressing, elegant in repose, capricious in action, taking up and discarding masks in response to obscure impulses from the heart - sweet rather than bitter - where such harsh emotion might have been, there is instead an unexpected zigzag of cruelty which is bitterness made intelligent by desire - the libido, trapped behind a lattice introspection, aggravated by restraint, seeks eccentric escape, springs wetly into the light - knowledgeable, but with the vanity of knowledge diffused through a subtle humor - an ancient liberty which confers poise and at the same time stimulates an inner restlessness and this gives the personality a tension, an edge - and warmth, perhaps also unexpected, because it is rarely flaunted but comes with intimacy - these notions of eroticism which infest the general imagination slide into sharp focus. The act of sharpening shatters the cliche, destroys the symbol, and a specific event becomes, for a moment, possible.
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