My attention was arrested. I gazed in fascination not at the pale neurotic heroine or her attendant, not at the victim's hairy head or the vernal landscape in the background, but at the purplish silk of Judith's pleated bodice and long wind-blown skirts. This was something I had seen beforeseen that very morning, between the flowers and the furniture, when I looked down by chance, and went on so passionately staring by choice, at my own crossed legs. Those folds in the trouserswhat a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! And the texture of the gray flannelhow rich, how deeply, mysteriously sumptuous! |
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