✦⋆⋇ No longer was she merely the dancing-girl who extorts a cry of lust and concupiscence from an old man by the lascivious contortions of her body; who breaks the will, masters the mind of a King by the spectacle of her quivering bosoms, heaving belly and tossing thighs; she was now revealed in a sense as the symbolic 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱-𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮, the Curse of Beauty supreme above all other beauties by the cataleptic spasm that stirs her flesh and steels her muscles, – a monstrous Beast of the Apocalypse, indifferent, irresponsible, insensible, poisoning. Whatever she did, be glad it wasn't to you.