Wednesday, February 13, 2013

... whispered

An 1890's decadent once met a young girl, of about twenty, "with a lithe body like a snake, a great red dangerous mouth, and enormous dark amber eyes that half shut and then expanded like great poisonous flowers. "Nuffing amuses me," she said, with her curious childish lisp, 'everfing bores me. Nuffing ever did amuse me. I have nuffing to amuse me, nobody to be amused with. I don't care for men, women's talk always bores me. All I care for is to sleep. Tell me what is there that will give me a new sensation?' And she lay back and gazed at me through her half-shut lids. I bent down and whispered "Opium." 

- Arthur Symons