Sacred Texts: The Classics

Aphrodite: Book One: Chapter One. Chrysis

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LYING upon her bosom, her elbows forward, her feet apart and her cheek resting in her hand, she pierced little symmetrical holes in the pillow of green linen with a long golden pin. Since she had awakened, two hours after mid-day, and quite tired from having slept too much, she had remained alone upon the disordered bed, one side covered by a vast flood of hair. This mass of hair was deep and dazzling, soft as a fur, longer than a wing, supple, numberless, full of life and warmth.

Aphrodite: Book One: Chapter One. Chrysis

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