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sunday lxxxvi bis



tes cheveux sont horribles. ils sont couverts de boue et de poussière. on dirait une couronne d'épines qu'on a placée sur ton front. on dirait un noeud de serpents noirs qui se tortillent autour de ton cou. je n'aime pas tes cheveux... c'est de ta bouche que je suis amoureuse, iokanaan. ta bouche est comme une bande d'écarlate sur une tour d'ivoire. elle est comme une pomme de grenade coupée par un couteau d'ivoire.

les fleurs de grenade qui fleurissent dans les jardins de tyr et sont plus rouges que les roses, ne sont pas aussi rouges. les cris rouges des trompettes qui annoncent l'arrivée des rois, et font peur à l'ennemi ne sont pas aussi rouges. ta bouche est plus rouge que les pieds de ceux qui foulent le vin dans les pressoirs. elle est plus rouge que les pieds des colombes qui demeurent dans les temples et sont nourries par les prêtres. elle est plus rouge que les pieds de celui qui revient d'une forêt où il a tué un lion et vu des tigres dorés. ta bouche est comme une branche de corail que des pêcheurs ont trouvée dans le crépuscule da la mer et qu'ils réservent pour les rois... ! elle est comme le vermillon que les moabites trouvent dans les mines de moab et que les rois leur prennent. elle est comme l'arc du roi des perses qui est peint avec du vermillon et qui a des cornes de corail. il n'y a rien au monde d'aussi rouge que ta bouche... laisse-moi baiser ta bouche.


again, is any one persuaded that, looking solely to riches and money- making, the state may find war more profitable than peace? if so, i cannot conceive a better method to decide that question than to allow the mind to revert[19] to the past history of the state and to note well the sequence of events. he will discover that in times long gone by during a period of peace vast wealth was stored up in the acropolis, the whole of which was lavishly expended during a subsequent period of war. he will perceive, if he examines closely, that even at the present time we are suffering from its ill effects.

but the good man doubted whether they had really called him, and was unwilling to show himself too solicitous of gain by inviting people to patronize his house. he therefore did not hurry to the door; and the lash being soon applied, the travellers plunged into the notch, still singing and laughing, though their music and mirth came back drearily from the heart of the mountain.

imperfecta sanitas seu charitas morituri necessario secum fert magnum timorem, tantoque maiorem, quanto minor fuerit ipsa.

"what! besides her other virtues does that adorable woman lay by money?" cried his uncle.

i was excited, and she never wanted it. she just didn't want it. she adored me, she loved me to talk to her and kiss her: in that way she had a passion for me. but the other, she just didn't want. and there are lots of women like her. and it was just the other that i did want. so there we split. i was cruel, and left her. then i took on with another girl, a teacher, who had made a scandal by carrying on with a married man and driving him nearly out of his mind. she was a soft, white-skinned, soft sort of a woman, older than me, and played the fiddle. and she was a demon. she loved everything about love, except the sex. clinging, caressing, creeping into you in every way: but if you forced her to the sex itself, she just ground her teeth and sent out hate. i forced her to it, and she could simply numb me with hate because of it.









































































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