Venice in August
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My thanks go to PapaGus and Deryk for assisting me in preparing this story for posting.
I'd wandered away from the cathedral entrance, wondering what the hell I was doing there anyway. It was the third day of our holiday, and my two daughters had taken their spouses inside to enjoy the splendour of the old building. And the coolness of the air, I should imagine.
I didn't want to go inside the building myself. I'd seen it all too many times before and like most of the city, it held too many memories for me.
Quite honestly I didn't want to be in Italy at all, let alone Venice and even less so, St Marks Square. For some reason Venice, especially the famous Piazza, had been Mary's most favourite spot in the whole damned world. Okay, Venice had been the city we'd spent our honeymoon in, but I'd never thought it necessary for us to return to the city almost every other year.
Mary must have thought it was romantic, I suppose; she loved the place. I'll admit that I kind-a liked the city myself. Christ, I was so familiar with the place by then, it was something like coming home again; Mary and I had visited the city so often.
But for me personally, it wasn't the city itself; the fascination for me had always been the woman I was with when I visited.
But I'd lost Mary some five years before, and with her going the city had lost most of its charm for me. I have no idea what possessed the girls and their husbands to book this holiday, or even why I had -- after a lot of cajoling -- agreed to come along with them.
Yeah, neither of my son-in-laws had visited the city before, but my two girls knew the place almost as intimately as I did. So their story, of me playing tour guide didn't really hold water. But when I put that argument up, all I got was:
"Oh dad, you haven't been away since mother passed on. It's time you got out and did something. Besides you like Venice, it'll cheer you up no end, to get back there."
I honestly do not believe my daughters had thought that one through properly. Venice without Mary was hardly likely to cheer me up, now was it?
Anyway eventually, and against my better judgement, I'd agreed to go with them.
Telling them I'd meet them in one of the many cafes that surround St Marks Square, after they'd had their fill of the cathedral, I took a stroll up one side of the Piazza under the colonnade, or whatever you call the bloody thing. I think I was intending to walk back down the other side, but I noted that the sun was still partly finding its way under there, so I turned back the way I came. Just stopping for a moment to gaze in the window of a little jewellery store and remembering when I'd bought Mary a necklace she'd spotted in there one time, long before.
As I gazed into the window, I became aware that I could see a young child with incredibly large eyes reflected in the glass. She could only have been about five or six years old and for some inexplicable reason she appeared to be studying me with great interest.
Slightly embarrassed, I turned and smiled at the child. I have no idea why, maybe I thought that me looking at her, might drive the little girl away. No chance, the little girl continued to study me rolling her head this way and that, and then looking me up and down. Very curious behaviour I thought, and I wondered whether I'd suddenly sprouted horns or a tail or something.
Then suddenly a slightly older child, another girl, probably eight years of age, appeared by the little one's side. I figured an older sister. After exchanging a couple of words in Italian with her sister, she took hold of the little one's hand, then dragged the protesting smaller child away.
I probably smiled to myself, remembering how I'd seen my two girls studying something in the same manner, as the little girl had stared at me when they were young. I just could not imagine what the little girl had found so enthralling about me and cursed myself for not picking up more of the language over the years.
Then I made my way back along the colonnade to one of the pavement cafés nearer the Cathedral's entrance, so that my family would not have too much trouble locating me.
Picking a table that I thought would remain in the shade for a little while at least, I ordered a pot of tea and a couple of rounds of toast, pulled out the paperback I'd been reading and settled back to lose myself in it until the family showed up.
A short while later, I was reaching for the second slice of toast when something caught my eye. Just on the other side of the barrier that separated the many pavement cafés from each other and leaning against it was the little dark haired girl with the big green eyes again. What's more, standing beside her and also staring intently at me, was her larger sister.
I smiled -- I suppose slightly embarrassed to find myself the centre of their attention yet again -- then sat back wondering what the hell the children found so fascinating about a middle-aged Englishman and nibbled at my toast, while I tried to get back into my book.
Yes, it did cross my mind that they might be hungry. We've all seen those pictures of staving children from around the world on TV. But I was in Italy for Chri'sake, and those two young girls did not look at all underfed to me.
"Surely they've seen people eating buttered toast before?" was the one salient thought that crossed my mind.
I suppose ... well, maybe ten minutes must have passed, while I nibbled at my toast and tried to pretend that I was reading my book. And keeping an eye on the two little girls out of the corner of my eye at the same time. Neither moved or said anything to me, or each other.
Then I heard a female voice talking in Italian and both girls' attention moved from me to the lady. Actually at the time, I wasn't completely sure it was their mother, as she didn't really look old enough, and at first had hazarded a guess that she might have been a much older sister ... There was a distinct and unmistakable resemblance between them, that for some inexplicable reason I found familiar.
Later I discovered that my guess was wrong and that the woman was their mother. But she looked to me, much younger than both of my own daughters.
The woman quite obviously chastised the two little girls, in Italian. I assumed because they'd done a disappearing act on her. Well, those of us who have had children of our own, know what it's like when you suddenly realise that one of the little tykes, isn't where they should be, or you thought they were.
But then something strange happened. The smallest child said something her mother in Italian, which caused the woman to look at me; doing so brought the oddest response from her. The woman's eyes appeared to grow as large as her daughters' had been, and her complexion turned a distinct shade of pink, when she realised that I was looking back at her. Then grabbing both children by the hand she muttered "Sorry!" In English, without the slightest trace of an accent, and then retreated from my sight between the tables of the next pavement café, at high speed.
I was still sort of wondering what the hell had just happened when I realised that I'd become the centre of attention for quite a few people sitting at adjacent tables, who were, without exception, smiling at me. I could only assume that whatever joke they were smiling at, must have had something to do with the words the child had said to her mother. But hardly speaking a word of the lingo, it had gone over my head.
I shrugged back at the people on the nearest table -- which brought an even bigger grin to their faces, and confused me even more -- then returned to trying to read my book; or rather, I attempted too.
Maybe another five minutes had passed, and everyone had apparently gone back to minding they're own business, before I figured it safe enough to pour myself another cup of tea. Under those circumstances I'd figured I my best option to keep my eyes down up until then.
But as I was putting sugar into my cup the little girls' mother appeared at my table.
"Excuse me ... I..." was as far as she got before I'd leapt to my feet.
Sorry, it was something I couldn't prevent myself from doing. One doesn't converse with a lady you do not know, whilst seated, if she is standing. Well, not when they look as good as that particular young lady does, you don't!
Look, I might have been pushing fifty, but I wasn't that old!
"I'm sorry if my daughters have caused you any embarrassment." The young woman was saying. "But they ... Well they didn't actually, but my mother thought ... No, this is ridiculous. There's no possible chance..."
"I'm sorry young lady, but you are making a very good job of confusing the hell out of me." I said when she stopped to take a breath.
"Yes, I'm sorry. My name is Vitalia. My friends call me Talia. Look, I'm sorry, you don't know me from Adam and I know this might sound like a ridiculous question, but your name isn't Matt Moncrieff, is it?"
"Mathew Algernon Earnest Moncrieff at your service madam." The name Algernon brought a flicker to Talia's eye, so I explained. "My mother had a thing about Oscar Wilde and thought it quite humorous. Most people call me Matt."
Talia was staring back at me with eyes that looked -- relatively speaking -- even bigger then her daughters' had appeared to be. Then she sank into one of the other seats around my table.
"Oh my god. Honestly?" she asked
"Would I lie to a lady, especially one as pretty as you, Talia?"
"My god, I would never believe it was possible."
At this instant the waiter appeared carrying a tray, loaded with another much larger pot of tea and five cups and saucers. The poor fellow must have assumed that the young woman's appearance at my table heralded the arrival of the rest of my party.
"You look like you've had a little shock Talia. May I offer you a cup of tea; it's very good for shock, or so I'm told?"
"Thank you." She replied without thinking.
"Now, if you don't mind, I like to ask you a small question." I said as I poured Talia and myself a fresh cup. "Your daughters are Italian, and, if you don't mind me saying, you are most definitely Italian, but you speak English without a trace of an accent?"
She smiled at me. "I am Italian, but I was raised in Zzumerzet!"
"Now, don't you go trying to kid I, that!" I kidded her.
"Honestly! At one time I had a humdinger of an accent, but then I went to a Public School, where they knocked all the West Country right out of us."
"They did a bloody fine job, by the sound of it."
"Thank you. But surely you can't be the same Matt Moncrieff my mother thinks you are. It would be just too much of a coincidence."
"The nature of coincidences young lady, is that they do seem impossible sometimes. But as, when I first saw you, I thought that you reminded me of someone, then it stands to reason that your mother may possibly be correct. Where does she think she remembers me from?"
"Rimini!" Talia replied.
"My Christ, I haven't been back there for ... Oh god, it's got to be..." -- I did some quick mental arithmetic -- "it must nearly thirty years at least!"
"So you have been there?"
"Oh yes, in my childhood I went there with my parents many times, and, when I was in my teens."
"And Lia! Do you remember Lia?
Strange how the mention of a name can take you back to your youth so quickly. Most certainly I remembered Lia!
Her parents had owned and run the small pension that my family always stayed at, in Rimini. My father had never been one for the big tourist hotels. I first met Lia when we were both less than ten years old. Although we only met for two weeks each summer and we could hardly communicate in actual words, a close friendship developed between us, and ... well, eventually a romance, of sorts,. By the time I got to sixteen it had developed into an extremely heavy romance as well.
All rather strange, because Italian parents kept a very close reign on their daughters in those days, and probably still do.
Somehow Lia and I slipped through the net of her family's close surveillance and well ... No, I don't think I'll go there, not just yet anyway. You can pick it up as we go along.
I have no idea why Lia and I never corresponded with each other by letter. Most likely because of my not speaking Italian, I couldn't write it either, and nether could she, English.
Hey, there were no computers kicking around back then, that you could type your letter into in English and then have a free internet program translate into Italian for you. And I somehow don't think either of us had the money, or the nerve, to have any mutual correspondence translated by anyone else.
Anyway, eventually one summer when the family and I arrived in Rimini, we discovered that Lia's family were no longer running the pension. I never went back to Italy again, until Mary and I honeymooned in Venice.
"Of course I remember Lia." I replied to the young woman. "But how... ?"
"Mother saw you on the waterbus yesterday, and told my daughters that you reminded her of ... Well, of you actually. Mother still has photographs of you two together in her album, when you weren't much older than my girls are now."
"Oh my, what does your father think about that?"
"He didn't mind. You and mother were friends long before he'd even met her."
"The way you said that leads me to believe..."
"Yes, mother is a widow, that's why we moved back to Italy, to be near her family. Oh, and Matt... ?"
"Yes?"
"Mother has told me many times just how close friends you two became."
"Oh dear! How embarrassing..."
"No, I think it was sweet. Mother told me that you could hardly communicate in words. But she claims that you didn't need to talk." Talia had a knowing glint in her eye.
I suddenly felt a little hot under the collar, and took a long sip of my tea.
"Don't worry Matt, my lips are sealed." she giggled.
"I should bloody hope so. It was bit, er ... un-Italian of Lia, wasn't it? You know, to tell you about our relationship."
"My mother is not your typical Italian woman Matt; I would have thought you, above all people, would know that."
"Well she certainly wasn't any usual Italian young girl back when I knew her. Lia and I had something very special between us."
"Had?"
"Well, it was a very long time ago Lia."
"Matt may I tell you something? When we lived in Somerset, my mother once told me that her greatest fear in life was that one-day she might run into a certain Englishman. Mother told me, that she didn't know whether she'd have had the strength to leave him and come home again, if she did."
"Oh my god, that is flattering. But we haven't seen each other in years."
"Much to my father's relief, I should imagine. My father loved my mother, but I do believe he always knew that there was someone."
"Oh, so where is your mother now? I should imagine that you are going to suggest we meet again in person."
"Back at our hotel. We're on holiday the same as you, but nearly all of mothers' family is along. Our children are the youngest and can be rather boisterous sometimes. They needed a break from the old people; so my husband and I brought down here. Lucky we did, because Ambra spotted you again."
"Your little one?"
"Yes, and one who listens to, and understands, far too much adult conversation I fear. I'm afraid she told everyone that you were her grandmother's lover."
"I see. Well, that explains the general reaction."
"Yes, and why I came back to apologise. I didn't know how much Italian you understand."
"Not as much as I should, Talia, considering how often I've been over here. I'm afraid I'm not much of a linguist."
"So mother said."
"What about your mother's English?"
"My mother and father ran that ice-cream business in the west country for eighteen years, Matt. Mother can curse eloquently in both languages." Talia grinned back at me.
"Yeah, I do recall she had picked up a couple of words of English, that ... well, I don't think her own mother would have liked to hear her use."
"I know that she'd like to meet you again Matt, just to talk about when you were young. She would have approached you yesterday on the waterbus, but she had my little ones with her, and you had your family with you. Your daughters and their significant others?"
"Their husbands. They all but had to drag me over here for a couple of weeks. I've not been one for going away, since I lost my wife."
There was no mistaking the little hint of a smile that passed across Talia's face, even though it lasted no more than a millisecond or so. For a few moments, I don't think Talia knew what to say, but then she suggested that perhaps her mother and I could meet and have lunch together.
I told her that I thought that would be nice; if her mother would like to meet me again, that is?
"Oh Mother would like that, Matt. But she is well aware that you and she haven't seen each other for many years, and that you've both been married and had families of your own. That is another reason that she didn't approach on the waterbus yesterday."
"Yeah, a lot of water has passed under the bridge since we last met Talia, but it can do no harm for us to talk about old times." I smiled at the beaming young woman.
But as I spoke Talia's husband arrived at table, one of their children hanging onto each of his hands. Talia introduced me to Lauro and then they fell into a hurried -- and completely incomprehensible to me -- conversation in Italian. During which, Lauro pulled out his mobile phone and the conversation turned into a multi-way discussion that I could make neither head nor tails of.
Actually I spent most of it exchanging funny faces with Ambra, Talia's youngest, who took me by surprise, and after disentangling herself from her father's grasp, climbed onto my lap and sat there grinning at me.
That brought Talia's other daughter over to hang on the back of my chair and play a sort of game of hide and seek. Her face would appear at my right shoulder, then, when I looked that way, it would disappear again only to reappear at my left.
I was so engrossed in my games with the children, that Talia had to say my name twice before I realised that she was addressing me again.
Talia asked me if I could be at a certain restaurant at one o'clock.
By chance I knew the place. It was another pavement café but it had a more formal restaurant in the building where Talia suggested that I meet her mother. I expressed surprise because the formal part of the place, to my memory, was closed to the public during daylight hours.
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MasturbationSunday afternoon alone in the dunes, well we thought we were. It’s your worst nightmare, that gushing feeling when you suddenly realize that you have been caught in a comprising situation. It had been one of those typical family visits to the relatives, the type of visit which had become routine, with everyone being polite, interjected with moments that were actually enjoyable, such as the trip to the beach after Sunday lunch. As there were quite a few of us, we had to leave in three...
It was the following Friday. She had swallowed the pill. She didn't detect any changes, but then, she didn't expect to. Steven had called her at 4:00 telling her take the pill at 7:00 and to make baby sitting arrangements. Fortunately, her parents stepped in to take her angel for a sleepover. Steven arrived shortly after 7:00, beer on his breath. That was definitely not a good sign. One of them without caution was plenty, and by default, that role should be strictly hers. She could only...
I want to thank Techsan for his editing skills that were used on this story. Twenty five years. That's how long we'd be married in two weeks. It didn't seem possible that time had gone so fast. Our whole married life seemed to flash before my eyes as I finished reading the report. The private investigator had been quite thorough and had even included photos of the adulterous affair my wife, Jenny, was having with our neighbor and one of my best friends. They were taken in our bedroom on our...
It was in late March of the following year, 1807, when a letter from Anson's prize agent arrived with the mail from Plymouth. There it was, in neat writing. The captain's share to which Anson was entitled from the sale of the captured enemy ships was set at £3,937 10s of which £3,543 15s remained after the prize agent took his cut. When he added the over £900 he already owned, this was a substantial sum. For the next two days, Anson was busy detailing his plans to invest the...
The train moved slowly out of the tunnel into a cutting which seemed to David only slightly more hemmed in than previously. "At least we can see who we are shooting" he grunted. Both he and Julia took firm grip of their weapons. David could sense Julia's tense form next to his. He remembered how they had met. Him caged like some animal, waiting for his Japanese executioner to return. And then this slim form; silent as night; a ghost of a shadow. He had been so relieved, that the...
Introduction: PArt 48 of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 48: Foreshadowing I awoke, a blanket hastily draped over us, struggling to cover our naked bodies still wet from the night before. Breakfast, I heard Anne say behind me. I sat up somewhat and looked at the doorway. Anne was looking right at us, easily seeing our naked bodies. Fun night? She asked. Sure was, Holly said, waking up. Well have to shower first, I said. Ill keep it warm, She said, walking off. Ill go first, Holly...
I was passed between Masters friends as they used me again and again. Days earlier I’d left work and slipped into the sauna for a quick fuck and suck before heading home and now here I was dressed in stockings and heels, shaved smooth serving my black Master and his friends.Id had hardly any sleep and when the Master gave me a break to freshen I fell asleep on the bed exhausted as he and his friends took a breaki awoke to him kissing me gently. “ you look exhausted baby” he said softly “ We’ll...
Lisa and the gym I am heading to the gym late as usual. Damn I thought that I would get here earlier. The place is alive with other’s when I am able to get there at a decent hour I thought. But I must get a good burn in to end the week. That will make the gym all the more deserted. Saturday night loser going to the gym by himself. Well just great. No one else will be there and I can get my burn in and go home.As I enter the weight area I hear the familiar clank of the weights as they rise and...
“Death In the shape of a Panzer Battalion! Insect of terror! Don’t run, face your fate like a man! Cannot outrun our Panzer Battalion!” -Sabaton, “Panzer Battalion“ Lady Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione believed in a “San Finzione family curse.” Her parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins in the Royal line were all gone, leaving only her as the last blood heir of Vincenzo Ramon de San Finzione the First. He had devoted so much of his time to rebuilding his...
The Duke's manor house was similar in functionality to the King's palace. Enclosed within a stone wall with a single manned gate, a large courtyard served the manor house, guard's barracks, stables, servant's quarters and jail. The manor house held both private quarters for the Duke and family, as well as public areas where the business of running the duchy was held. Aaron passed through the gate into the courtyard intent on the manor house, when he observed within a marked off area...
A subtle shaking woke me up; I wasn't quite sure what was happening, but through my closed eyes I could tell that there was bright sunshine in my room, so it wasn't very early. As consciousness started to fully form, I detected the scent of her hair, and wetness on my chest. Before I opened my eyes, I could tell that the shaking seemed to be coming from her—a continuous tremor was moving through her, but I didn't know if she was breathing funny, laughing silently, or what. As I finally...
interns last day. I asked if JIM the intern who kept hitting on her was going. She said yeah, do I mind if she goes. I told her not at all, i even sugessted she wear a shorter & tighter dress to work today to give him a "peak'. well, when Brandy came out of the room dressed for work I almost fell over. she looked like a hooker, 4" black heels, black thi highs very short and tight black dress with lace across the top.she looked sexy as hell. When i got home from work I ate...
It started with a phone call, at most inopportune time. My cell phone was blowing up while I was demonstrating my patented hucklebuck position to my cute neighbor, Jill. The constant clattering of the phone vibrating across my night stand became too much for me to ignore anymore. ‘Hello?’ ‘Who’s this?’ a female voice inquired. ‘Whose phone did you call? I asked back. ‘Xav is that you?’ She asked sounding more annoyed ‘Maybe, who am I speaking to?’ ‘It’s Katrina, Xav.’ I was about to ask what...
The next few days were busy. The village was unstable, loosing one leader to what they saw as magic, and the other severely injured. At least Frank was mending quickly. Between Leonore and my efforts we had repaired the damage and now it was up to his body to finish up. Healing can take a lot out of a body, and Frank was starving all the time. So I went hunting. This time as well as my girls, 4 of the men came with me. Again I furnished knives, telling them of the responsibility that came...
Louis Dega and Henri Charriere discuss what will be for them their final escape attempt:Louie: "Will it work?"Pappy: "Does it matter?" Papillion, Nebraska Fall 1974 Nebraska Hwy 370We'd just passed the water tower upon which had been painted a Butterfly in honor of the motion picture "Papillon" and were headed back to Omaha. We'd spent the afternoon at a carnival there in Papillion. It'd been a good Sunday. The sun was beginning to fail the sky, the moon was fixing to rise. A full...
CuckoldMy wife had persuaded me to take her to Jamaica for a holiday. Bev always gets what she wants, and I love to make her happy. I had to work a lot of extra hours to pay for it as she always expects the best.We arrived late in the evening and was shown to our room I could see why it was so expensive as it was a huge suite. Bev was pleased and just flipped back on the bed. ‘I’m horny babe’ she said and I knew exactly what she wanted I pushed her dress up pulled her thong to one side and started...
Seeing that her husband was preoccupied with the camera, the blonde turned her head to the window. A quick smile and a wink, that was all, then she turned her head back, pulling her knees up at the same time. The armchair was big enough to swallow her whole, and make her comfortable. Now her husband looked at her. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Of course,” she said. “I can't wait.” It was true. Her husband had been delighted when she'd finally agreed to let him video her. But that wasn't why she...
TabooHey yo, its KK again with another story. I’m 22 yrs old, 5 ft 9 inches, fair and athletic. I have been selected for modeling and also been offered to act in serials but lets see what happens further. So now i’m moving to andhra pradesh visakhapatnam and will be residing over there for a few months. If house wives and older ladies in vizag want to have a secret relationship with me, then you can mail me at So this happened in kerala when me and my family along with another family, went over...
The deadline was almost up, the month was nearly over, and Jack still had not told his wife that their marriage was over. He had just about a week left to keep his promise to l****a to end his marriage to her mother so they could be together. It had been three weeks since Jack had laid with l****a in the pool house. It is also where he declared his undying love for a daughter who was now his lover. Lita has been counting the days when her father could come to her and say that he is a free man,...
I soon had Miss Swifty up to speed back on the four lane, Illinois Route 66. I didn't even get my wake up cup of coffee! But I knew about a place a half hour down the road where I wanted to get something to eat. But first, after studying my pre-trip planning notes, I just had to stop at a little place just a few miles out of Bloomington. That place was Funk's Grove. Funk's Grove has a fascinating history, dating back to its founding in 1824 as a farm amidst a natural maple grove by a...
The winters had arrived and my friend and I were to attend a marriage function in a nearby tourist town of Rajgir. So everything went according to the plan that day we got in our car that morning and drove a few miles and then stopped as if we were waiting for our prizes after waiting and waiting a girl who looked in her early teens of slim body and of height of about 4’10 and of fair complexion glanced at my friend and after a nod she opened the back door of the car and without hesitation she...
We had been dating for a while, you knew I was submissive, I knew you were dominate, I would come over and, I would cook dinner, rub your shoulders but I never really showed much interest in going much past that. A few weeks ago, you had picked up some jammies for me, you wanted me to spend the night. I liked you and you knew it, I enjoyed spending time with you, I was always guarded, and you confronted me on it. We were sitting on the couch and you blurted ?Do you not find me...
"Have another, Melly?" the bartender asked. "No thanks, Jack. I'm good," I slurred. I was a bit more drunk than I had anticipated and wondered how I was going to get home. "Is there anyone you can call for a ride?" he asked. "It's a nice night, I think I'll walk. Thanks anyway," I said as I slowly got to my feet, trying to keep myself steady. Just as I stood up and took a few steps away from the bar stool, I lost my balance. I fell right into the arms of Jason, my neighbor who...
I had admired Sera from afar for some time; she was gorgeous, and had what I guessed would be the best tits on any elf, ever. They looked small in armour, but I was quite sure she had them bound and they'd be much bigger out of it. She wanted nothing to do with me, however, refusing even to explain why she was so disdainful of men, and as always, the rejection was enough to make me determined to have her. There was no rejection from the Iron Bull. He was more than happy to have me ... as...
A quick warble comes from my phone, signaling an incoming message. Black letters appear in the tiny blue bubble, relaying the words my husband Travis sent moments before. “I'm going to be late, Emma. Things at work hit the fan and I need to clean it up, as usual. I'm sorry, my precious.” It's an hour before he is due home, so I know how frustrated he must be. I have been with him long enough to know that he is having an extremely hard day. It would have to be Friday, of course, when all he...
AnalIt was--I cannot say for sure-- In Egypt, Greece, or Rome, maybe, That the tale was first told to me; Retelling it, I'll keep it pure, For its theme is almost perfect, If you are another, like me, Who champions sweet androgyny, A member of the elect sect Who worships Hermaphroditus, In whose form both male and female Are joined, androgyny unveiled, And strength is made more beauteous. In this land, whichever it was, A column of smooth marble stood So flawless that the monarch...