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Dangerous Beauty--A Gorgeous Farce
Jeramy 2022-08-07 18:35:17
The biggest tragedy in life is not to discover one's huge potential and scribble through life, and the biggest regret in a woman's life is not to discover, exert, and use her own survival advantages, and finally pass by the wonderful life. Women are born with unique survival advantages, which are not only the beauty, beauty, style, etc. in people's traditional eyes, but also come from the strong inner potential and personality charm of women.To blame the fate of a nation on one woman with such an inquisition, a woman who was once based on their passion, happy, to give her a chance to confess, to give her freedom, is truly Wilde's paradox: I can resist everything except temptation. The trial itself is a farce in the face of Veronica; the judge is the one who can't get her, the jury and the noble audience are those who have fished with her...
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Veronica Franco: There's not a man in Venice I can't have.
Marco Venier: And there's not a woman in Venice I can't have.
Veronica Franco: You cannot have me.
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Veronica Franco: I confess that as a young girl I loved a man who would not marry me for want of a dowry. I confess I had a mother who taught me a different way of life, one I resisted at first but learned to embrace. I confess I became a courtesan, traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I embraced a whore's freedom over a wife's obedience. I confess I find more ecstacy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer. I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me... Such surrender has been mine. I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves. To know that always, this is mine. If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband's will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love... I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out. You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman. You call God's greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy... I repent there was no other way open to me. I do not repent my life.