HUMAN NATURE BEING WHAT IT IS
Invariably courteous and unapproachable,
This state of moral weakness,
That lamentable substitute for courage.
Tropical nature has been kind to the failure of the commercial enterprise;
The business was done by a guest,
He set off rolling on his bandy legs to impart to his masters the astonishing discovery of a woman.
That night the girl woke up,
Tense enough almost to hear the grass grow,
More in the manner of a squirrel than a cat
With a slow, floating descent into vertical folds,
Which once upon a time had measured the hours of philosophic meditation.
But already all her aroused femininity,
All aquiver with the effort to set the earth on fire.
As long as I am free to plug him or rip him,
The flush of rapture flooding her whole being.
You'll have to forgive me;
Nothing!
(first and last lines from Joseph Conrad's ''Victory'')