[His eyes have not yet risen from the water, captured by its rhythmic movements.]
Lucretia...she was the wife of some Roman consul or another, wasn't she? She was raped by the king's son, and so she stabbed herself right through the heart, because she'd rather be dead than live with the shame of such a violation.
[Caddy draped in the sticky cloying scent of honeysuckle, her throat tender beneath the point of his knife it won't take but a second I'll try not to hurt. He, crying against her breasts, hard and damp from the river, her hand not warm, not cool. Don't cry I'm bad anyway you can't help it. Purity a negative state, Father said, and man the sum of his misfortunes. A curse on us it's not our fault is it our fault.]
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[His eyes have not yet risen from the water, captured by its rhythmic movements.]
Lucretia...she was the wife of some Roman consul or another, wasn't she? She was raped by the king's son, and so she stabbed herself right through the heart, because she'd rather be dead than live with the shame of such a violation.
[Caddy draped in the sticky cloying scent of honeysuckle, her throat tender beneath the point of his knife it won't take but a second I'll try not to hurt. He, crying against her breasts, hard and damp from the river, her hand not warm, not cool. Don't cry I'm bad anyway you can't help it. Purity a negative state, Father said, and man the sum of his misfortunes. A curse on us it's not our fault is it our fault.]