The Amorous Terraphage
Loretta Lux. The Rose Garden. In review.
And, too - just as during those moments of reverie in the midst of nature when, the effect of habit being suspended, and our abstract notions of things set aside, we believe with a profound faith in the orginality, in the individual life of the place in which we happen to be - the passing woman summoned by my desire seemed to be, not an ordinary exemplar of that general type - woman - but a necessary and natural product of this particular soil. For at that time everything which was not I, the earth and other people, appeared to me more precious, more important, endowed with a more real existence than they appear to grown men. And I did not separate the earth and the people.
- SW, Davis trans., p. 160.
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No harm in Balthus’s Mountain, either.
