How I hate them!..." She looked over toward the palace of the Aquarium, glistening white between the colonnade of trees.
"I would like to be," she continued pensively, "one of those animals of the sea that can cut with their claws, that have arms like scissors, saws, pincers ...

that devour their own kind, and absorb everything around them." Then she looked at the branch of a tree from which were hanging several silver threads, sustaining insects with active tentacles.
"I would like to be a spider, an enormous spider, that all men might be drawn to my web as irresistibly as flies.

With what satisfaction would I crunch them between my claws! How I would fasten my mouth against their hearts!...

And I would suck them....

I would suck them until there wasn't a drop of blood left, tossing away then their empty carcasses!..." Ulysses began to wonder if he had fallen in love with a crazy woman.
His disquietude, his surprise and questioning eyes gradually restored Freya's serenity.
She passed one hand across her forehead, as though awakening from a nightmare and wishing to banish remembrance with this gesture.