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At such times every one preferred to get out of his way. While he remained silent, the fire sang in the chimney and the large venerable samovar sang; and the ancient chair in which I sat rocking to and fro smoking my cigar, and the cricket in the old walls sang too. I let my eyes debbie club magazine sex art glide over the curious apparatus, skeletons eighteen sex club nude pussy of animals, stuffed birds, globes, plaster-casts, with which his room was heaped full, until by chance my glance remained fixed on a picture which I had seen often enough before. But to-day, under the reflected red glow of the fire, it made an indescribable impression on me. It was a large oil painting, done in the robust full-bodied manner of the Belgian school. A beautiful woman with a radiant smile upon her face, with abundant hair tied into a classical knot, on which white powder lay like a soft hoarfrost, was resting on an ottoman, supported on her left arm. Her right hand played with a lash, while her bare foot rested carelessly on a man, lying debbie club magazine sex art before her like a slave, like a dog.

In the sharply outlined, but well-formed linaments of this man lay brooding melancholy and passionate devotion; he looked up to her with the ecstatic burning eye of a martyr. This man, the footstool for her feet, was Severin, but beardless, and, it seemed, some ten years younger. “_Venus in Furs_,” I cried, pointing to the picture. “That is the way I saw her in my dream.” “I, too,” said Severin, “only I dreamed my dream with open eyes.” “Indeed?” “It is a tiresome story.” “Your picture apparently suggested my dream,” I continued. I can imagine that it played a debbie club magazine sex art role in your life, and perhaps a very decisive one. But the details I can only get from you.” “Look at its counterpart,” replied my strange friend, without heeding my question. The counterpart was an excellent copy of Titian’s well-known “Venus with the Mirror” in the Dresden Gallery. “And what is the significance?” Severin rose and pointed with his finger at the fur with which Titian garbed his goddess of love. “It, too, is a ‘Venus in Furs,’” he said with a slight smile.

“I don’t believe that the old Venetian had any secondary intention. He simply painted the portrait of some aristocratic Mesalina, and was tactful enough to let Cupid hold the mirror in which she tests her majestic allure with cold satisfaction. He looks as though his task were becoming burdensome enough. Later an ‘expert’ in the Rococo period baptized the lady with the name of Venus. The furs of the despot in which Titian’s fair model wrapped herself, probably more for fear of a cold than out of modesty, have become a symbol of the tyranny and cruelty that constitute woman’s essence and her beauty.

The picture, as it now exists, is a bitter satire on our love. Venus in this abstract North, in this icy Christian world, has debbie club magazine sex art to creep into huge black furs so as not to catch cold—” Severin laughed, and lighted a fresh cigarette.

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