Novel: Delta of Venus by Anais Nin
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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There was a Hungarian adventure who had astonishing beauty, infallible charm, grace, the powers of a trained actor, culture, knowledge of many tongues, aristocratic manners. Beneath all this was a genius for intrigue for slipping out of difficulties, for moving smoothly in and out of countries. He traveled in grandiose style, with 15 trunks of the finest clothes, with two Great Danes. His air of authority had earned him the nickname The Baron. The Baron was seen in the most luxurious hotels at watering places and horse races on world tours, excursions to Egypt trips through the desert into africa everywhere he became the center of attraction for women like the most versatile of actors. He passed from one role to another to please the taste of each of them. He was the most elegant dancer, the most vivacious dinner partner, the most decadent of entertainers and tete a tetes. He could sail a boat ride drive. He knew each city as though he had lived there all his life. He knew everyone in society. He was indispensable when he needed money. He married a rich woman, plundered her and left for another country. Most of the time. The women did not rebel or complained to the police. The few weeks or months they had enjoyed him as a husband left his sensation that was stronger than the shock of losing their money. For a moment they had known what it was to live with strong wings to fly above the heads of mediocrity. He took them so high rolled them so fast in his series of enchantments that his departure still had something of the flight. It seemed almost natural. No partner could follow. His great eagle sweeps the free, uncatchable adventure, jumping thus from one golden branch to another, almost fell into a trap. A trap of human love. When one night he met the Brazilian dancer, Anita at a Peruvian theater. Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards. The two lids meeting lazily and slowly, and they seemed slightly sewn together towards the nose, making them narrow with the lascivious oblique glance falling from them, like the glance of woman who does not want to see what is being done to her body. All this gave her an air of being made love to, which aroused the Baron as soon as he met her. When he went backstage to see her, she was dressing among a profusion of flowers and for the delight of her admirers who sat around her. She was rusian, her sex with a lipstick, without permitting them to make a single gesture toward her. When the baron came in, she merely lifted her head and smiled at him. She had one ft on a little table. Her elaborate Brazilian dress was lifted, and with her jeweled hands she took up rouge in her sex, again, laughing at the excitement of the men around her.