Astarte has come again, more powerful than before. She possesses me. She lies in wait for me.December 97My cruelty has also returned: the cruelty which frightens me. It lies dormant for months, for ye...
It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.
And then I recalled those mysterious stories about the waxworkers of the middle ages and the public reprobation attached to their trade. Did they not live in cellars, in the eternal twilight propitiou...
Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal,...
But that woman is an encyclopedia!Of all vices, ancient and modern, and terribly interesting to leaf through!
But this is till the same girl who once lived in the steppes, wild and indomitable. Even when she ceased to play in the falling snow, the snow continued to fall within her soul. She never sough lovers...
A strange girl, all phosphorous and cantharides, burning with every desire! And burning with every vice!
The charm of horror only tempts the strong
(Priests) cheapjack merchants selling paradise