Look at the moon ! How strange the moon seems ! She is like a woman rising from a tomb.
She is like a dead woman. You would fancy she was looking for dead things.
You are always looking at her. You look at her too much. It is dangerous to look at people in such fashion. Something terrible may happen.
She is like a woman who is dead. She moves very slowly.
After me shall come another mightier than I.
I am not worthy so much as to unloose the latchet of his shoes. When he cometh, the solitary places shall be glad. They shall blossom like the lily.
The eyes of the blind shall see the day, and the ears of the deaf shall be opened. The new-born child shall put his hand upon the dragons' lair and shall lead the lions by their manes.
Sometimes he says terrible things, but it is impossible to understand what he says.
"A secret organisation, a super-organisation with a network of communications, arms and explosives, and men trained to use them..."
"A super-organisation which, lacking a Soviet military invasion which might not happen, took up the task, on NATO's behalf, of preventing a slip to the left in the political balance of the country."
"This they did, with the assistance of the official secret services and the political and military forces.“
"With the massacre of Peteano, and with all those that have followed, the knowledge should by now be clear that there existed a real live structure, occult and hidden, with the capacity of giving a strategic direction to the outrages...[it] lies within the state itself... "
"There exists in Italy a secret force parallel to the armed forces, composed of civilians and military men, in an anti-Soviet capacity that is, to organise a resistance on Italian soil against a Russian army..."
You will do this thing for me, and to-morrow when I pass in my litter beneath the gateway of the idol-sellers I will let fall for you a little flower, a little green flower.
The roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia are not so white as thy body. Neither the roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia, nor the feet of the dawn when they light on the leaves, nor the breast of the moon when she lies on the breast of the sea. . . .
There is nothing in the world so white as thy body. Let me touch thy body.
I repeat: After me shall come another mightier than I.
I am amorous of thy body ! Thy body is white like the lilies of a field that the mower hath never mowed. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains, like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judaea, and come down into the valleys.
Oscar Wilde, Salome