Quite definitely, today I felt classified, categorized as a species of seductress not often encountered. I play not only with sex but with souls, imaginations. A whore is an honest whore. I seduce men’s bodies and souls, and I play with serious, sacred things. As Henry said once, I love sacrilege. I am a new kind of enchantress. The men of serious, deep lives who are not captured by the whore, the men who are least subjected to the will of woman—these are the men I possess. I am a poison which does not work into the flesh alone, but into deeper sources.
