Painting by Jose Castillo/Tropic of cancer - Henry Miller 2

"She rises up out of a sea of faces and
embraces me, embraces me passionately – a thousand eyes,
noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all
glaring at us and we in each other’s arms oblivious. I sit
down beside her and she talks – a flood of talk. Wild
consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear
not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I
am happy and willing to die."