by Nick Joaquin
(If someone will own me. Will I stop being beautiful? Is it even possible to own someone?
Which should we prefer: to be loved or adored? I guess the answers will always depend
on how insane a person is, on how much the person value the other.)
But she drew away; huddled herself in the other corner.
“He kissed my feet,” she told him disdainfully, her eyes on his face.
He frowned and made a gesture of distaste.
“Do you see? They have the instincts, the style of the canalla!
To kiss a woman’s feet, to follow her like a dog,
to adore her like a slave— “
“Is it so shameful for a man to adore women?”
“A gentlemen loves and respects Woman.
The cads and lunatics— they ‘adore’ the women.”
“But maybe we do not want to be loved and respected—
but to be adored.”