Casanova: Lucie (Part 4)

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If the society of this angelic child afforded me the sweetest delight, it also caused me the most cruel suffering. Often, very often, when her face was close to my lips, I felt the most ardent temptation to smother her with kisses, and my blood was at fever heat when she wished that she had been a sister of mine. But I kept sufficient command over myself to avoid the slightest contact, for I was conscious that even one kiss would have been the spark which would have blown up all the edifice of my reserve. Every time she left me I remained astounded at my own victory, but, always eager to win fresh laurels, I longed for the following morning, panting for a renewal of this sweet yet very dangerous contest.

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I could no longer resist the effect made upon my senses by this beautiful girl, who, at the break of day and scarcely dressed, ran gaily into my room, came to my bed enquiring how I had slept, bent familiarly her head towards me, and, so to speak, dropped her words on my lips. In those dangerous moments I would turn my head aside; but in her innocence she would reproach me for being afraid when she felt herself so safe, and if I answered that I could not possibly fear a child, she would reply that a difference of two years was of no account.

-- Giacomo Casanova, The Memoirs

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Writing

A few nights ago I was feeling pretty disgusted with myself. I got no writing done and it felt like I spent the whole day just following some LJ threads as well as harvesting some news and pictures. Which just feels so damn empty, a day spent on absolutely nothing real.

So, I have adjusted the routine. In the morning, the writing comes before the news harvesting, and even before checking out the pictures. Even my friends page must wait until I have taken at least a good step on my formal writing. More quality time is spent on my writing projects. It is the priority.

Of course, there is still the issue that none of my supposedly formal writing serves any real purpose, save to amuse myself. So, who cares, right? But the thing is, I do feel better when I get some writing done. It's at least a little bit like physical exercise. What I do may not matter to anyone, but I feel better for the exertion. It is as close as I come to doing art.

Daily Fun

ONTD

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