The Romance of Violette (vintage erotica) by Alexandre Dumas

Author:Alexandre Dumas [Dumas Alexandre]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: home_sex

CHAPTER VIII

On entering her mistress' room next morning, Mariette cast an investigating glance on all sides. She saw the easy chair before the cheval glass, the carpet is sprinkled with flowers, Florence lying quite exhausted in bed and awaiting her bath.

Mariette shook her head and said:

“Oh! Madame! Madame!”

“Well, what next?” asked Florence opening her eyes.

“When I think that the handsomest gentlemen and the prettiest women in Paris would like to be your slaves!”

“Do I not deserve it?” asked the actress.

“Oh, madame! I do not mean that. Just the reverse.”

“Well, you see, I can very well do without them.”

“Madame will not be amended. But really, in her place, were it only out of self-respect, I should have a lover.”

“But I cannot bear men. Do you like them, Mariette?”

“Do I like men? No, I do not. But I should certainly like one man.”

“Men only care for us from selfish motives-to exhibit us if we are pretty, to show themselves in our company if we are clever. No! If I gave myself up to a man, he would be such a superior being that I should admire, if not love him.

“Alas! my poor girl, I lost my mother before I knew her; my father was a mathematician, who taught me to believe in nothing but straight lines, squares and circles He used to call God the 'Supreme Unity', he called the universe 'the great whole', and death, 'the great problem'.

“He departed this life when I was only fifteen years old, leaving me penniless and devoid of any illusions. I became an actress, and now of what use is my art to me? To despise the work which I act; to find naught but historical heresies in dramas.

“Of what use to me are my intellectual powers? To find in dramas of the heart the shortcomings of sentiment; to shrug my shoulders at the conceit of the authors who read their productions to me. The major part of my success I reproach myself with as I would a bad action, or an encouragement of bad taste. At first I wished to speak on the stage as one speaks in everyday life-I produced no effect. I ranted when speaking-then I gained applause. At first I composed my own parts rationally, poetically, in masterly touches-they said: 'Good; very good'. I then overdid the part and showed the whites of my eyes; I shouted, I screamed-and there were thunders of applause in the house. The men who pay me compliments do not praise my merits, but my faults; and women do not understand my notions of beauty.

“A compliment which misses its mark hurts one as much as any criticism which does hit the mark. But, thank heaven, I make enough money not to need the favours of anybody.

I had rather die than owe anything to a man and have to say to him: 'Here is my body, repay yourself with it!' No, I had rather die!

“I can only bear women because I domineer over them; because I am their master, their lord, their spouse.

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