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“Not as much as I do you," the critic of belles-lettres would insist. "If you really loved me you'd want everyone to know it.”
― The Beautiful and Damned
― The Beautiful and Damned
“The man had had the hardest blow of his life. He knew at last what he wanted, but in finding it out it seemed that he had put it for ever beyond his grasp.”
― The Beautiful and Damned
― The Beautiful and Damned
“Beauty, who was born anew every hundred years, sat in a sort of outdoor waiting room through which blew
gusts of white wind and occasionally a breathless hurried star. The stars winked at her intimately as they went
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by and the winds made a soft incessant flurry in her hair. She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and
spirit were one--the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by
philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for
a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.
It became known to her, at length, that she was to be born again. Sighing, she began a long conversation with
a voice that was in the white wind, a conversation that took many hours and of which I can give only a
fragment here.”
― The Beautiful and Damned
gusts of white wind and occasionally a breathless hurried star. The stars winked at her intimately as they went
CHAPTER I 15
by and the winds made a soft incessant flurry in her hair. She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and
spirit were one--the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by
philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for
a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.
It became known to her, at length, that she was to be born again. Sighing, she began a long conversation with
a voice that was in the white wind, a conversation that took many hours and of which I can give only a
fragment here.”
― The Beautiful and Damned
“It was necessary for him to have hope. So he built hope, desperately and tenaciously out of the stuff of his dream, a hope flimsy enough, to be sure, a hope that was cracked and dissipated a dozen times a day, a hope mothered by mockery, but, nevertheless, a hope that would be brawn and sinew to his self-respect.”
― The Beautiful and Damned
― The Beautiful and Damned
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