however, in the expansion of her joy, the moon filled the whole room with phosphorescent vapour, like a luminous poison; and all the living light thought and said: ‘you shall suffer for ever the influence of my kiss. you shall be beautiful in my fashion. you shall love that which i love and that which loves me: water, clouds, silence and the night; the immense green sea; the formless and multiform streams; the place where you shall not be; the lover whom you shall not know; flowers of monstrous shape; perfumes that cause delirium; cats that shudder, swoon and curl up on pianos and groan like women, with a voice that is hoarse and gentle!’
the favours of the moon; baudelaire, 1869