Out of
it she is an empty vase, to be revered by us for the sacred wine which she
may hold, as a priest handles fearfully the chalice.
"She has but one law, the law of her love, which says to her, 'Give, give,
give.' See here how she differs from the man, to whom love is but one of
many healthy appetites--not a divine mission. Love, hunger, hunting, or a
taste for picture-dealing, say to him, 'Take, take.'
"Yet it is no wonder that the sexes go in fear of each other, each a
mystery to each. For my part, I have never been close to a woman without a
desire to cover my eyes."
And here he got level with her, and showed her radiant beside him.
"A young woman with shining eyes, blown-back hair and face on fire,
holding out her heart from the threshold, stretching it out at arms'
length, crying, 'Who will take this? To whom may I give it?' A vision here
of Heaven's core of light. I have seen it. I, Senhouse, have seen the Holy
Grail.
"She stood with me upon the threshold of the world, just so, with blown-
back hair and shining eyes. Blessed one, blessed prodigal! She poured out
her heart like water-for a dog to lap. He was dog-headed, full in the eye,
a rich feeder.
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