The passion of New Eve

We start from our conclusions.
I arrived on that continent by air and I left by water;earth and fire I leave behind me. At night dreaming I got back again to Tristessa's house, that echoing mansion, that hall of mirrors in which my whole life was lived, the glass mausoleum that had been the world and now is smashed. He himself often comes to me in the night, serene in his marvellous plumage of white hair, with the fatal red hole in his breast;after many, many embraces, he vanishes when I open my eyes.
The vengeance of sex is love.
Ocean, ocean, mother of mysteries, bear me to the place of birth.

Angela Carter