“I was not unhandsome and had been with many women since my fifteenth birthday. I was inclined to be rather confident in my powers of seduction. Yet contrary to my previous experiences, as my intoxication grew, my self-assurance fled. Before this woman, I was transparent. She, on the other hand, for all her openness, seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable mist. When we parted at sundown I had lost my heart to her.”
— The Venetian’s Wife (via daretothink)
