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Quotes in The Bloody Chamber
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Quotes in The Bloody Chamber
Snow Child
I wish I had a girl as white as snow
I wish I had a girl as red as blood
I wish I had a girl as black as that bird's feather
she was the child of his desire
So the girl picks a rose; pricks her finger on the thorn; bleeds; screams; falls
Weeping, the Count got off his horse, unfastened his breeches and thrust his virile member into the dead gir
Then the girl began to melt. Soon there was nothing left of her but a feather a bird might have dropped; a bloodstain, like the trace of a fox's kill
the countess reigned in her stamping mare
The Bloody Chamber
I saw how much that cruel necklace became me.And for the first time in my innocent and confined life I sensed in myself a potentiality for corrupti
his eyes disturbed me by their total absence of light
Yes. A lily. Possessed of that strange, ominous calm of a sentient vegetable, like one of those cobra-headed, funereal lillies
that castle, at home neither on the land nor on the water, a mysterious, amphibious place, contravening the materiality of both earth and the waves
The faery solitude of the place
My little nun has found the prayer books, has she?
It must have been my innocence that captivated him
Have the nasty pictures scared Baby? Baby mustn't play with grownups' toys until she's learned how to handle them, must she?
my eagle-featured, indomitable mother
are you sure you love him? im sure i want to marry him
the hone was dead- as dead as his wives
Puss in Boots
So all cats have a politician's air; we smile and smile and so they think we're villains
Acrobatics? Born to them; Puss can perform a back somersault whilst holding aloft a glass of vino in his right paw and never spill a drop
You can scarcely see her features, the curtains almost hide her; shrouded like a holy image
I've sat inscrutably by and washed my face and sparkling dicky with my clever paw while he made the beast with two backs with every harlot in the city
Poor, lonely lady, married so young to an old dodderer with his bald pate and his goggle eyes and his limp
and his flag hangs all the time at half-mast indeed; and jealous as he is impotent
they're at it, hammer and tongs, down on the carpet since the bed is occupé. Up and down, up and down his arse; in and out, in and out her legs.
The Courtship of Mr Lyon
the road is white and unmarked as a spilled bolt of bridal satin
And not even enough money left over to buy his Beauty, his girl-child, his pet, the one white rose she said she wanted; the only gift she wanted
Behind wrought iron gates, a short, snowy drive performed a reticent flourish before a miniature, perfect, Palladian house that seemed to hide itself
shyly behind snow-laden skirts of an antique cypress
The flowers in the glass jars were dead, as if nobody had had the heart to replace them after she was gone. Dust, everywhere; and it was cold.
How was it she had never noticed before that his agate eyes were equipped with lids, like those of a man?
And then it was no longer a lion in her arms but a man,
And such a one she felt herself to be, Miss Lamb, spotless, sacrificial.
Do not think she had no will of her own; only, she was possessed by a sense of obligation to an unusual degree
But still, because he loved his daughter, Beauty's father stole the rose.
Head of a lion; mane and mighty paws of a lion;
how could she converse with the possessor of a voice that seemed an instrument created to inspire the terror that the chords of great organs bring?
Tigers Bride
There is a crude clumsiness about his outlines, that are on the ungainly, giant side; and he has an odd air of self-imposed restraint, as if fighting
a battle with himself to remain upright when he would far rather drop down on all fours
he wears a mask with a man's face painted most beautifully on it.
He wears a wig, too, false hair tied at the nape with a bow, a wig of the kind you see in old-fashioned portraits.
By the time my rose had lost all its petals, my father, too, was left with nothing.
My master's sole desire is to see the pretty young lady unclothed
and that only for the one time after which she will be returned to her father undamaged
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