One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).