Capitolo 51
You was turning around the room, now slow, now fast, but always
with his/her arm estates out lissom as a dance-girl. Sometimes
its body bent so, and sometimes that, its time of custody of hands
to his/her movements in the meantime in graced curves and long, but all as if
forced from of the extrinsic necessity.
It was an instinct inside of her on which she didn't have control. Certainly,
certainly, she must be possesses. A spirit that was not her seemed
you/he/she is taking his/her circle the life, and twisting her/it around, and doing
his/her rotation precipitately on the floor through this fierce and wild dance.
It was terrible, terrible. She could not prevent him yet. A strength
not her really it seemed to sustain and to impel her/it.
And the whole duration, as she turned, she was also aware of some
weak and strange need. A sense of uneasiness oppressed its arm. You
it didn't have what she has required for this solitary orgy. Anything
more you/he/she was missing her. Anything essential, vital. But that that on the earth
you/he/she could be her he/she didn't know; she didn't know.
Among brief she made a break, and, as she threw a right look and it went away, the sense
of uneasiness grew more in clear and more vivid way. It was his/her hands that
it was wrong. Its hands were empty. You have to have anything fill
them. Anything lives, flexible, curling, sinuous. These wavingses
and oscillations, to this side and that, seemed so meaningless and
empty--without some life to drive them. There was no anything for her
tender; nothing to tame and to subjugate; nothing to grab on and to writhe himself/herself/themselves
and it gives point to his/her movements. Oh! skies, as horrible!
You suddenly stretched him, and to strength of a brief fierce effort
of repressed wish for a few the angry dance that the overmastered her.
The spirit inside of her, if spirit that is, kept quiet for a moment,
afraid and it subjugated from his/her proud determination. It started once then
more and it irresistibly conducted her/it direct. You stirred above to the chest