“The woman bent down to pick up the fallen pomegranate from the grass. It was ripe, it had burst open in the fall, stained her white dress. The vision of the laden barge, the pale island, the flowery meadow returned to her loving spirit along with the Creator's words: 'This is my body...Take and eat...” SexItalyDecadenceDecadentD Annunzio Book:The Flame Source: The Flame
“The heat of his night time fever was being brushed away entirely by the breeze as the light mists evaporated. The same process that was happening around him, was happening within him too. He was being reborn with the morning.” ItalyDecadenceDecadent Book:The Flame Source: The Flame
“They remained silent, while the bronze tolling passed over their heads so powerfully that they seemed to hear it in the very roots of their hair like a quiver of their flesh.” PassionateItalyDecadent Book:The Flame Source: The Flame
“He followed the glances of some of them like a ray of love directed at a woman seated somewhere, engrossed in her own thoughts, made languorous by secret delights and softened in some impure way, with a snow-white face in which her mouth opened like a hive damp with honey.” PassionateItalyDecadent Book:The flame = (il fuoco) - Scholar's Choice Edition Source: The flame = (il fuoco) - Scholar's Choice Edition
“That which at twilight had appeared to be a silvery sea-god's palace, a structure of twisted sea-shapes, was now a temple built by the cunning genies of Fire.” ItalyDecadenceDecadentD Annunzio Book:The Flame Source: The Flame
“Radian. The prisoner's name is Radiana. Who is keeping her prisoner? Time, Stelio. Time is guarding the doors with his scythe and his hour-glass, as in all those old prints...” ImageryItalyVeniceDecadenceDecadent Book:The Flame Source: The Flame
