“The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure - but I have never encountered them, and I am searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths I might be able, like Hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of my desire.” KnowsStillsMightEyeAbleDesireDarkSeaMadnessProfoundDepthBottomAbyssPupilsLureRedeemedSirensOphelia Book:Monsieur de Phocas Source: Monsieur de Phocas
“Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.” StillsMomentsVicesLustMidstPollutionRuinedWrecksHideousRefrainCaprice Author:Jean Lorrain
