The proper way to eat a fig in society...is to split it in four...holding it by the stump...and open it...so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist...honeyed, heavy-petaled, four-petaled flower.
Then you throw away the skin...after you have taken off the blossom with your lips.
But the vulgar way...is just to put your mouth to the crack...and take out the flesh in one bite.
The fig is a very secretive fruit.
The Italians vulgarly say it stands for the female part, the fig fruit.
The fissure, the yoni...the wonderful moist conductivity towards the center...involved, inturned....One small way of access only, and this close-curtained from the light.
Sap that smells strange on your fingers, so that even goats won't taste it.
And when the fig has kept her secret long enough...so it explodes, and you see, through the fissure, the scarlet.
And the fig is finished, the year is over. That’s how the fig dies...showing her crimson through the purple slit. Like a wound...the exposure of her secret on the open day.
Claro que este conjugação havia de produzir uma obra cheia de erotismo, ambiguidade, amor e decepção (não necessariamente por esta ordem) tudo numa pastoral britânica terminada na solidão gelada e branca dos Alpes, exactamente aquilo que ia na alma de todos os intervenientes desta triste história.
Tem uma das cenas mais famosas do cinema, o desafio corpo a corpo nus entre dois grandes vultos do cinema inglês e que á época foi motivo de grande escândalo.
As personagens femininas são a beleza serena de Jennie Linden e a agressiva e selvagem de Glenda Jackson.
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