‘When the taunts of my enemy repeat I am nowhere,’ replied the blinded captive, ‘such denials insist I live to affirm: “I am now here.” ’
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A naked maiden, mouth parted in the breathlessness of desire, instinctively defends herself against the closing of her eyes by probing fingers that seek to prolong her dream of her phantom lover. (Love Blinded, 1884, by Donato Barcaglia, 1849-1930.) |
See also Vignette 1
