That was my Indian Messalina's attribute: rooted disgust at it and her restrained me much, even in pleasure.

Any enjoyment that bordered on riot seemed to approach me to her and her vices, and I eschewed it.
"Yet I could not live alone; so I tried the companionship of mistresses.
The first I chose was Celine Varens--another of those steps which make a man spurn himself when he recalls them.

You already know what she was, and how my liaison with her terminated.

She had two successors: an Italian, Giacinta, and a German, Clara; both considered singularly handsome.

What was their beauty to me in a few weeks?
Giacinta was unprincipled and violent: I tired of her in three months.