On this hot languorous Sunday afternoon the nymph trembled under his touch. The finish of a half-formed symmetry was irritating and hurtful to the senses. See the crazy rebellious asymmetry and the absurdity of the underlying idea.
In fact, a different she had taken birth In the anarchic aggregation of the artist’s mind .The wood is wieldy and the mind meandering. Everything changed so elementally, so quickly .These frequent changes are traumatizing .How she wished he followed a structure .His freedom of mind violated her own. All this rising rebellion came to naught .She melted under his delicate touch while submitting to his artful manipulations.
How thought goes astray 