'Alone in her bed she lay, and between waking and sleeping thought of Caesar. There had been little enjoyment is his arms, save during those days on the Nile; and yet she longed for him, no one else. Slowly the lotus of sleep closed petals about her, closed on her limbs the flower-cosmetics of her fine breeding, her glistening will. Is it the man, or the power in the man? But how separate them?
The lotus-body opened petals, restlessly dreaming the coming of Caesar.'
from Caesar is Dead by Jack Lindsay (First Part, Chapter I)
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