While you do not yet know her you feel sure that you will soon possess her.Īllow the mind of a lover to reflect alone for twenty-four hours and here is what you will find:Īt the Salzburg salt mines in the winter they throw a bare branch from a leafless tree into the abandoned depths of the mines. You end up by wildly exaggerating her qualities and look upon her as an angel fallen from Heaven. You look at all her happiness with an infinite feeling of contentment. You take pleasure in embellishing the lady of whose love you are sure with a thousand perfections. To love is to take pleasure in seeing, touching, experiencing with all your senses, and being as close as possible to the loveable object, which loves you back. Even with the most reserved women their eyes redden at the moment of hope passion is at its height and their pleasure is so alive that they visibly betray themselves. You study her perfections and it is at that moment that a woman should give herself to you for the greatest possible pleasure. You say to yourself, ‘What a pleasure it would be to kiss her and be kissed by her!’ etc.
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