So sweet is this song that no one could resist it. For in, it is all the passionate ache for the moonlight, and the great hunger of the sea, and the terror of desolate places, —all things that lure men to the unattainable. Omari Tesla Marx, tessala Dodd phornepaxamri radar poliaxarmana piliuamri radar pilot son;Mari Darya barbitonmadara Arafat sarpedonandala hriliuTranslation:I am the harlot that shake Death. This shaking given the Peace of Satiate Lust. Immortality jetted from my skull, And music from my vulva. Immortality jetted from my vulva also, For my Boredom is a sweet scent like a seven-stringed instrument, Played unto God the Invisible, the all-ruler, That Goethe along giving the shrill scream of orgasm. Every man that hath seen me forgotten me never, and I appear oftentimes in the coals of the fire, and upon the smooth white skin of woman, and in the constancy of the waterfall, and in the emptiness of deserts and marshes, and upon great cliffs that look seaward; and in many strange places, where men seek me not. And many thousand times he beholden me not. And at last I smite myself into him as a vision Smith into a stone, and whom I call must follow.

The Vision and the Voice: With Commentary and Other Papers