How can one desire what is shapeless, deformed, ugly?
Desire is killed by maternity; passion buried in conception," and he flung away from the table.
At length I understood his dominant motive: _trahit sua quemque voluptas_, his Greek love of form, his intolerant cult of physical beauty, could take no heed of the happiness or well-being of the beloved.
"I will not talk to you about it, Frank; I am like a Persian, who lives by warmth and worships the sun, talking to some Esquimau, who answers me with praise of blubber and nights spent in ice houses and baths of foul vapour.

Let's talk of something else." FOOTNOTES: [27] He lived till November, 1910..