A virginity which, in its solitude, faced with the transparency of a commensurate gaze, has itself been as it were fragmented into its component whitenesses, one upon the next, the wedding — proofs of the Idea.
-- Stephane Mallarmé "Mystery in Literature"
Tr. Mary Ann Caws
Mallarmé in Prose
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