the bloody chamber bot

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A girl who is both death and the maiden

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a red ribbon like the memory of a wound.

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A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.

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I was not afraid of him; but of myself. I seemed reborn in his unreflective eyes, reborn in unfamiliar shapes.

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A great, intoxicated surge of the heavy scent of red roses blew into his face as soon as they left the village, inducing a sensuous vertigo; a blast of rich, faintly corrupt sweetness strong enough almost, to fell him.

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with the melancholy of a mermaiden who perches on her rock and waits, endlessly, for a lover who had drowned far away, long ago

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the ancient, reconciling smell of the sea that, in time, will cleanse everything, scour the old bones white, wash away all the stains.

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as if the random fall of the cards on the red plush tablecloth before her could precipitate her from her chill, shuttered room into a country of perpetual summer and obliterate the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.

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Then the girl began to melt. Soon there was nothing left of her but a feather a bird might have dropped; a bloodstain, like the trace of a fox’s kill on the snow...

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A girl who is both death and the maiden

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This lovely girl, whose skin possesses that same, inner light so you would have thought she, too, was made all of snow

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Then the girl began to melt. Soon there was nothing left of her but a feather a bird might have dropped; a bloodstain, like the trace of a fox’s kill on the snow..

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And I leave you as a souvenir the dark, fanged rose I plucked from between my thighs, like a flower laid on a grave...

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there is not much in the autumn wood to make you smile but it is not yet, not quite yet, the saddest time of the year. Only, there is a haunting sense of the imminent cessation of being; the year, in turning, turns in on itself. Introspective weather, a sickroom hush.

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And she is herself a cave full of echoes, she is a system of repetitions, she is a closed circuit.

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Sea; sand; a sky that melts into the sea--a landscape of misty pastels with a look about it of being continuously on the point of melting. A landscape with all the deliquescent harmonies of Debussy

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Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I will become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanish. I will be drawn down into that black whirlpool and be consumed by you.

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A chaste silk stock stuck with a pearl hides his throat.

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The walls of her bedroom are hung with black satin, embroidered with tears of pearl.

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That long-drawn, wavering howl has, for all its fearful resonance, some inherent sadness in it, as if the beasts would love to be less beastly if only they knew how and never cease to mourn their own condition.

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I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.