The Dedalus Book Of German Decadence (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
Novellette Guilty silence! A delicate, alabaster-yellow finger thrusts itself into blue-black locks, an insatiable, knowing gaze pours out. Before her hatred rises up the wild, handsome figure of the zealot faun, whom they call the Preacher of the Wilderness. Adonis! Within her, a rage of Venus finds its own justification. The red lamp, stabbing, stabbing, stinging, stinging. And the air as oppressive, as hot as the grass-sultry blood in her body. ‘If he will make me suffer, me, the Princess, then he must die.’ ‘O John, John!’ A bath; precious ointments. Intoxicating she was as she rose and went into the bright morning light, and full of desire as she went out of the bright morning light, bending into a dungeon full of the dread of destiny. Well, you obstinate man, still the hard, strange words of penitence directed at the Jewess, when before you stands nothing but Roman reason and Greek manners? Still the same obsessions under that tangled mane? And I, I want your sighs, your tower of strength, and the quivering of your powerful heart, you man apart, chaste and solitary.
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