I have a mad impulse to smash something,
a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself,
to commit outrages,
to pull off the wigs
off a few revered idols…”
” It wasn’t just about the pleasure of the flesh.
No, it wasn’t that simple.
The flesh is easy to satisfy.
It’s the heart that is insatiable,
the heart that needs to love,
to burn with any kind of fire…
That was what we wanted.
To burn, to be consumed,
to devour our days just as fire devours the forest.”
She knew she had always feared it,
for it left her helpless;
she feared it still,
lest if she adored him too much,
then she would lose herself,
and she did not want to be effaced,
a slave, like a savage woman.