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
Thursday, March 26
a commensurate gaze
