“She was so unsettled by love and the sense of her nakedness that her voice shrank in her throat. The periods of the song warbled through the room. Her whole body seemed ablaze . The drunken , singing head shook with some delirious impulse that seemed to be destroy ing her. What insanity! She was weeping, in her wild nakedness, as she approached my bed, which to me was a death bed. She fell on her knees, she fell down in front of me and hid her tears in the sheets.”
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Georges Bataille,
Blue of Noon
