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42 ARIADNE.at a line of the poem nowall the scene comesback to me.AsIread, the scorching passion, like a sandwindthat burns and passes; the hollowlove, thateveninits first fresh vows was not sincere;thecruel autopsis of a dead desire,the weary contemptof human nature; the slow voluptuousand yetindifferent analysis of the woman's lovelinessand of the amorouscharm that could nomore last than lasts the hectic flash of the skyat evening time — they all seemed to cut into myvery fleshlike stripes.Iseemed to hear her doom in them, theletters seemed stamped in fire.Iread it as a man reads a death warrant,seeing from beginning to end, as it were, inone flash of horrible comprehension. It toldme no more thanIknew, indeed; and yet itseemed to kill all hope in me. Because thisbook was freshly written, and it told me thatthe poet of it knew nothing of love save itsbrutality and its satiety: and how as a lovercould he give anymore than he knew?It phrenziedme. It seemed to me asifIsaw
ARIADNE. 43her dead, andhe showing aU her unveiledbeautiesto the gaze of men, as Nero showed in deathAgrippina. Itore the paper-cover off it, andthe pages with their delicate printing, and bitthem through and through with my teeth,andflung them on the ground and to the winds.People passing by me must have thought memad: the boys of the streets ranand caught theflying pages from the gutter to make them intoanyof the ten thousand uses that the ingenuityof poverty can teach them. ThenIrose andtried to remember whereIwas, and to find mywayto a cheap house of call whereIhad usedto Hve with the comedians twenty odd yearsbefore.That Httle hostelry had been pulled down tomake way for theblank, glaring,dreary,plasteredpileswhichyourmodern architects love,andwhichhave no more story in them, or light and shade,.or meaning of any kind, than has an age-worncoquette'shard enamelled face.The little wine-shop, once the abode of muchharmless merriment and wise content, had beenpulled down; butIfound another that suited
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ARIADNE. 43her dead, andhe showing aU her unveiledbeautiesto the gaze of men, as Nero showed in deathAgrippina. Itore the paper-cover off it, andthe pages with their delicate printing, and bitthem through and through with my teeth,andflung them on the ground and to the winds.People passing by me must have thought memad: the boys of the streets ranand caught theflying pages from the gutter to make them intoanyof the ten thousand uses that the ingenuityof poverty can teach them. <strong>The</strong>nIrose andtried to remember whereIwas, and to find mywayto a cheap house of call whereIhad usedto Hve with the comedians twenty odd yearsbefore.That Httle hostelry had been pulled down tomake way for theblank, glaring,dreary,plasteredpileswhichyourmodern architects love,andwhichhave no more story in them, or light and shade,.or meaning of any kind, than has an age-worncoquette'shard enamelled face.<strong>The</strong> little wine-shop, once the abode of muchharmless merriment and wise content, had beenpulled down; butIfound another that suited