Belle de Jour – Joseph Kessel


belle de jourThe silence between them was thick with their defeat.

Then she realized that this woman drawing nearer was her double, part of herself, and she wanted to detach herself from that reflection, to escape an act of possession she didn’t desire.

It was as ifevery atom of energy had left her, sucked away by some insatiable mouth.

All her senses were like limp leaves blowing in the wind.

Pierre’s manner, his taste, his desire to please, all were poles apart from something in her that had to be beaten and subdued, mercilessly defeated, before her flesh could flame out.

Extreme terror has in common with jealousy that the sufferer takes the slightest likelihood for certainty.


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