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Phantagraph/Mind of Man, v. 8, issue 6, April 1941
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4 THE RAPE of CERSETTA THERE ARE no women like she was, not any more, not since she went away. There probably never will be. Tall, courteously dignified, smooth as frozen wine, Cersetta chose never to answer, not to relieve my anxiety. Oh, I asked her; thousands of times. And each time --- each time she said the same thing, which was nothing relevant. She held to mysticism as her only buoy in a tide of interrogators. Fin de siecle (19th) --- that was how we described her among ourselves. And now that our modern press is so concerning itself with every little thread in her patch-work life, we of Gerstein's have much occasion to describe her; to each other in conversation, or to reporters in return for a lemon soda, perhaps. You will understand how completely I, who had known Cersetta, hated that man. He had no right to her! no more than I have right to the grandmother of Roy Chapman Andrews! Yet . . . he won, and I lost. But there never was another who could make me feel so immutably and finally gauche. -- PAUL VON EHRICHDORFF SLAPDRAGON DAYS Behold the [vombis?]! Sweet to see, It not so sweet to eat would be. -- [initials?]
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4 THE RAPE of CERSETTA THERE ARE no women like she was, not any more, not since she went away. There probably never will be. Tall, courteously dignified, smooth as frozen wine, Cersetta chose never to answer, not to relieve my anxiety. Oh, I asked her; thousands of times. And each time --- each time she said the same thing, which was nothing relevant. She held to mysticism as her only buoy in a tide of interrogators. Fin de siecle (19th) --- that was how we described her among ourselves. And now that our modern press is so concerning itself with every little thread in her patch-work life, we of Gerstein's have much occasion to describe her; to each other in conversation, or to reporters in return for a lemon soda, perhaps. You will understand how completely I, who had known Cersetta, hated that man. He had no right to her! no more than I have right to the grandmother of Roy Chapman Andrews! Yet . . . he won, and I lost. But there never was another who could make me feel so immutably and finally gauche. -- PAUL VON EHRICHDORFF SLAPDRAGON DAYS Behold the [vombis?]! Sweet to see, It not so sweet to eat would be. -- [initials?]
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