A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them, have known as many men as there are beads on her aunt's rosary. No happy medium! Either a nun or a monster! God's bosom or sensual passions! It would, perhaps, be better to put her in a convent, since we put hysterical women in the Saltpeter! She does not know vice, she invents it!" That was ten years ago before the day our story begins and... Raoul was not a nun.

Rachilde

Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel

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