then, from this thought-free shore now disentangle from beauty, your private notion of what pleases you She is a fair maiden, Beauty is modest mostly, shy always though often fooled by sex to fool you too
Still, she would be harmless would you not so readily agree: she is beautiful this Beauty whoever says otherwise has absolutely no taste, no aesthetic sensibilities at all — morons savages, beasts, uglinesses
It is a hunger, nonetheless this first dressing the view in beauty, then stepping back forgetting you the dresser forgetting the wardrobe and trying on frocks and hairstyles to see — ah, oh, so beautiful so very, very, very beautiful be still my heart
