"Do you imagine," he hissed between his teeth, "that your pleasure will last?
You will become fat and wrinkled and old just like the other women who were young when you were young.

You will be an old woman with flaccid breasts; your hair will be dry and grizzled; you will be toothless, you will have a bad smell.

Last of all you will die.
Perhaps you will die while you are still quite young.

You will become a mass of corruption, food for worms." To wreak final vengeance upon her, he endeavored to picture her as dead.
He saw her lying in an open coffin, wrapped in a white shroud.

But he was unable to attach to her image any sign of decay, and her unearthly beauty aroused him to renewed frenzy.