She rises up out of the sea
of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately- a thousand eyes, noses,
fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in
each others arms oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks- a flood of
talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a
word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to
die.
– Henry Miller
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