I LOVE the forest. It is bad to live in cities: there, there are too many of the lustful. Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer than into the dreams of a lustful woman? And just look at these men: their eye saith it - they know nothing better on earth than to lie with a woman. Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas, if their filth hath still spirit in it!

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(Foto 30)

The Muse has become lazy.

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Muse:
"I'm so picky that I can't decide on anyone anymore. The iridescent luster that attracts me hops from one person to another unpredictably. If I see it in the distance, it's already gone when I get close enough to touch it. "
Worm:
" I'll stay close to you and wait for the iridescent luster to surround me."
Muse:
"That's impossible without hard work: iridescence is a kind of sweating. The soul has to sweat."