Delphi complete works of.., p.209
Delphi Complete Works of Oscar Wilde (Illustrated), page 209
‘And he always puts it in and pulls it out?’
‘Of course; only just at the end my sister always tells him to mind and not finish it in her, so that he may not make her a child. So now, if you wish to be my good friend — as you say you want — push it in — with your fingers, if you can’t otherwise; but pay attention and don’t finish in me, because you may make me a child.’
Thereupon I peeped in, and I saw our gardener’s youngest daughter — a girl of ten or twelve — stretched on her back, while a little vagrant of about seven was sprawling over her, trying his best to put her instructions into practice.
That was my first lesson, and I had thereby a faint inkling of what men and women do when they are lovers.
— And you were not curious to know more about the matter?
— Oh, yes! Many a time I should have yielded to the temptation, and have accompanied my friends in their visit to some wenches — whose charms they always extolled in a peculiar low, nasal, goatish voice, and with an unexplainable shivering of the whole body — had I not been kept back by the fear of being laughed at by them and by the girls themselves; for I should still have been as inexperienced in knowing what to do with a woman as Daphnis himself, before Lycenion had slipped under him, and thus initiated him into the mysteries of love; and yet hardly more initiation is required in the matter than for the new-born babe to take to the breast.
— But when did your first visit to a brothel take place?
— Upon leaving college, when the mystic laurel and bays had wreathed our brows. According to tradition we were to partake of a farewell supper and make jolly together, before separating on our divers paths in life.
— Yes, I remember those merry suppers of the Quartier Latin.
— When the supper was over —
— And everyone more or less tipsy —
— Precisely; it was agreed that we should pass the evening in visiting some of the houses of nightly entertainment. Although I was myself rather merry, and usually up to any kind of joke, still I felt somewhat shy, and would willingly have given my friends the slip, rather than expose myself to their ridicule and to all the horrors of syphilis; but do what I could it was impossible to get rid of them.
They called me a sneak, they imagined that I wanted to spend the evening with some mistress, a pretty grisette, or a fashionable cocotte, for the term horizontale had not yet come into fashion. Another hinted that I was tied to my mammy’s apron-strings, that my dad had not allowed me to take the latch-key. A third said that I wanted to go and ‘menarmi la rilla’ as Aretino crudely expresses it.
Seeing that it was impossible to escape, I consented with a good grace to accompany them.
A certain Biou, young in years, but old in craft, who — like an elderly tomcat — had, at sixteen, already lost an eye in a battle of love, (having got some syphilitic virus into it), proposed to show us life in the unknown parts of the real Quartier Latin.
‘First,’ said he, ‘I’ll take you to a place where we’ll spend little and have some jolly fun; it’ll just put us “en train” and from there we’ll go to another house, to fire off our pistols, or I should rather say our revolvers, for mine is a seven shot barrel.’
His single eye twinkled with delight, and his trousers were stirred from within as he said this. We all agreed to his proposal, I especially feeling quite glad that I might at first remain only a spectator. I wondered, however, what the sight would be like.
We had an endless drive through the narrow straggling streets, alleys, and by-ways, where painted women appeared in gorgeous dresses at the filthy windows of some wretched houses.
As it was getting late, all the shops were now shut, except the fruiterers, who sold fried fish, mussels, and potatoes. These disgorged an offensive smell of dirt, grease, and hot oil, which mixed itself up with the stench of the gutters and that of the cesspools in the middle of the streets.
In the darkness of the ill-lighted thoroughfares more than one cafe chantant and beerhouse flared with red gaslights, and as we passed them we felt the puffs of warm, close air reeking with alcohol, tobacco, and sour beer.
All those streets were thronged with a motley crowd. There were tipsy men with scowling, ugly faces, slipshod vixens, and pale, precociously withered children all tattered and torn, singing obscene songs.
At last we came to a kind of slum, where the carriages stopped before a low, beetling- browed house which seemed to have suffered from water on the brain when a child. It had a crazy look; and being, moreover, painted in yellowish-red, its many excoriations gave it the appearance of having some loathsome, scabby, skin disease. This place of infamous resort seemed to forewarn the visitor of the illness festering within its walls.
We went in at a small door, up a winding, greasy, slippery staircase, lighted by an asthmatic, flickering gaslight. Although I was loath to lay my hand on the bannisters, it was almost impossible to mount those muddy stairs without doing so.
On the first landing we were greeted by a grey-haired old hag, with a bloated yet bloodless face. I really do not know what made her so repulsive to me — perhaps it was her sore and lashless eyes, her mean expression, or her trade — but the fact is, I had never in all my life seen such a ghoul-like creature. Her mouth with its toothless gums and its hanging lips seemed like the sucker of some polypus; it was so foul and slimy.
She welcomed us with many low curtsies and fawning words of endearment, and ushered us into a low and tawdry room, where a flaring petroleum light shed its crude sheen all around.
Some frowsy curtains at the windows, a few old armchairs, and a long, battered, and much- stained divan completed the furniture of this room, which had a mixed stench of musk and onions; but, as I was just then gifted with a rather strong imagination, I at times detected — or I thought I did — a smell of carbolic acid and of iodine; albeit the loathsome smell of musk overpowered all other odors.
In this den, several — what shall I call them? — sirens? no harpies! were crouched, or lolled about.
Although I tried to put on a most indifferent, blase look, still my face must have expressed all the horror I felt. This is then, said I to myself, one of those delightful houses of pleasure, of which I have heard so many glowing tales?
These painted-up Jezebels, cadaverous or bloated, are the Paphian maids, the splendid votaresses of Venus, whose magic charms make the senses thrill with delight, the houris on whose breasts you swoon away and are ravished into paradise.
My friends seeing my utter bewilderment began to laugh at me. I thereupon sat down and tried stupidly to smile.
Three of those creatures at once came up to me; one of them, putting her arms round my neck, kissed me, and wanted to dart her filthy tongue into my mouth; the others began to handle me most indecently. The more I resisted, the more bent they seemed on making a Laocoon of me.
— But why were you singled out as their victim?
— I really do not know, but it must have been because I looked so innocently scared, or because my friends were all laughing at my horror-stricken face.
One of those poor women — a tall dark girl, an Italian, I believe — was evidently in the very last stage of consumption. She was in fact a mere skeleton, and still — had it not been for the mask of chalk and red with which her face was covered — traces of a former beauty might still have been discerned in her; seeing her now, anyone not inured to such sights could not but feel a sense of the deepest pity.
The second was red-haired, gaunt, pockmarked, goggle-eyed and repulsive.
The third: old, short, squat and obese; quite a bladder of fat. She went by the name of the cantiniere.
The first was dressed in grass-green, or prassino; the red-haired strumpet wore a robe which once must have been blue; the old slut was clad in yellow.
All these dresses, however, were stained and very much the worse for wear. Besides, some slimy viscid fluid which had left large spots everywhere, made them seem as if all the snails of Burgundy had been crawling over them.
I managed to get rid of the two younger ones, but I was not so successful with the cantiniere.
Having seen that her charms, and all her little endearments, had no effect upon me, she tried to rouse my sluggish senses by more desperate means.
As I said before, I was sitting upon the low divan; she thereupon stood in front of me and pulled her dress up to her waist, thus exhibiting all her hitherto hidden attractions. It was the first time I had seen a naked woman, and this one was positively loathsome. And yet, now that I think of it, her beauty might well be compared with that of the Shulamite, for her neck was like the tower of David, her navel resembled a round goblet, her belly a huge heap of blighted wheat. Her hair, beginning from her waist and falling down to her knees, was not exactly like a flock of goats — as the hair of Solomon’s bride — but in quantity it surely was like that of a good-sized black sheepskin.
Her legs — similar to those described in the biblical song — were two massive columns straight up and down, without any sign of calf or ankle about them. Her whole body, in fact, was one bulky mass of quivering fat. If her smell was not quite that of Lebanon it was surely of musk, patchouli, stale fish and perspiration; but as my nose came in closer contact with the fleece, the smell of stale fish predominated.
She stood for a minute in front of me; then, coming nearer by a step or two, put one foot on the divan, and opening her legs as she did so, she took my head between her fat, clammy hands.
‘Viens mon cheri, fais minette a ton petit chat.’
As she said this I saw the black mass of hair part itself; two huge dark lips first appeared, then opened, and within those bulgy lips — which inside had the color and the look of stale butcher’s meat — I saw something like the tip of a dog’s penis when in a state of erection, protrude itself towards my lips.
All my schoolfellows burst out laughing — why, I did not exactly understand; for I had not the slightest idea of what minette was, or what the old whore wanted of me; nor could I see that anything so loathsome could be turned into a joke.
— Well, and how did that jolly evening come to an end?
— Drinks had been ordered — beer, spirits, and some bottles of frothy stuff, yclept champagne, which surely was not the produce of the sunny wines of France, but of which the women imbibed copiously.
After this, not wishing us to leave the house without having been entertained in some way or other, and to get a few more francs out of our pockets, they proposed to show us some tricks that they could do amongst themselves.
It was apparently a rare sight, and the one for which we had come to this house. My friends acquiesced unanimously. Thereupon the old bladder of fat undressed herself stark naked, and shook her buttocks in a kind of poor imitation of the Eastern Dance of the Wasp. The poor consumptive wretch followed her example, and slipped off her dress by a simple shake of her body.
At the sight of that huge mass of flabby hog’s lard flapping on either side of the rump, the thin whore lifted up her hand, and gave her friend a smart slap on the buttocks, but the hand seemed to sink in, as into a mass of butter.
‘Ah!’ said the cantiniere; ‘this is the little game you like, is it?’
And she answered the blow by a smarter one on her friend’s backside.
Thereupon the consumptive girl began to run round the room, and the cantiniere toddled after her in the most provoking attitude, each trying to slap the other.
As the old prostitute passed Biou, he gave her a loud smack with his open palm, and soon after, most of the other students followed suit, evidently much excited by this little game of flagellation, until the buttocks of the two women were of a crimson red.
The cantiniere having at last managed to seize her friend, she sat down, and laid her across her knees, saying, ‘Now, my friend, you will get it to your heart’s content.’
And suiting the action to the words, she belabored her soundly; that is, striking her as strongly as her chubby little hands allowed her.
The young woman having at last succeeded in getting up, both the women thereupon began to kiss and fondle each other. Then, with thighs against thighs and breasts against breasts, they stood a moment in that position; after which, they brushed aside the bushy hair that covered the lower part of the so-called Mount of Venus, and opening their thick brown and bulgy lips, they placed one clitoris in contact with the other, and these as they touched wagged with delight; then, encircling their arms round each other’s backs, with their mouths close together, breathing each other’s fetid breath, the one sucking alternately the other’s tongue, they began to rub mightily together. They twisted, they writhed, and they shook, putting themselves into all kinds of contortions for some time, yet hardly able to stand on account of the intensity of the rapture they felt.
At last, the consumptive girl, clasping with her hands the backside of the other one, and thus opening the huge pulpy buttocks, called out:
‘Une feuille de rose.’
Of course I greatly wondered what she meant, and I asked myself where she could find a rose-leaf, for there was not a flower to be seen in the house; and then I said to myself — having got one what will she do with it?
I was not left to wonder long, for the cantiniere did to her friend what she had done to her. Thereupon two other whores came and knelt down before the backsides that were thus held open for them, and began to lick them, to the pleasure of the active and passive prostitutes, and to that of all the lookers-on.
Moreover, the kneeling women, thrusting their forefingers between the legs of the standing strumpets and on the lower extremity of the lips, began to rub vigorously.
The consumptive girl thus masturbated, kissed, rubbed, and licked, began to writhe furiously, to pant, to sob and to scream with joy, delight, and almost pain, until half fainting.
‘Aie, la, la, assez, aie, c’estfait,’ followed by cries, screams, monosyllables, and utterances of keen delight and unbearable pleasure.
‘Now it is my turn,’ said the cantiniere, and stretching herself on the low couch, she opened her legs wide so that the two thick dark lips gaped, and disclosed a clitoris which in its erection was of such a size, that in my ignorance I concluded this woman to be an hermaphrodite.
Her friend, the other gougnotte — this was the first time I had heard the expression — though hardly recovered, went and placed her head between the cantiniere’s legs, lips against lips, and her tongue on the stiff, red, moist, and wagging clitoris, she too being in such a position that her own middle parts were in the reach of the other whore’s mouth.
They wriggled and moved, they rubbed and bumped each other, and their dishevelled hair spread itself not only on the couch but also on the floor; they clasped each other, squeezed the nipples of their breasts, and dug their nails into the fleshy parts of their bodies, for in their erotic fury they were like two wild Maenads, and only smothered their cries in the fury of their kisses.
Though their lust seemed to grow even stronger, still it did not overcome them, and the fat and tough old strumpet in her eagerness to enjoy was now pressing down her lover’s head with both her hands and with all her might, as if she were actually trying to get it all in her womb.
The sight was really loathsome, and I turned my head aside so as not to see it, but the view that offered itself all around was, if anything, more disgusting.
The whores had unbuttoned all the young men’s trousers, some were handling their organs, caressing their testicles or licking their backsides; one was kneeling before a young student and greedily sucking his huge and fleshy phallus, another girl was sitting a- straddle on a young man’s knees, springing up and coming down again as if she had been in a baby-jumper — evidently running a Paphian race — and (perhaps there were not enough prostitutes, or it was done for the fun of the thing) one woman was being had by two men at the same time, one in front, the other behind. There were also other enormities, but I had not time enough to see everything.
‘Moreover, many of the young men who were already tipsy when they came here, having drunk champagne, absinthe and beer, began now to feel squeamish, to be quite sick, to hiccough, and finally to throw up.
‘In the midst of this nauseous scene, the consumptive whore went off into a fit of hysterics, crying and sobbing at the same time, whilst the fat one, who was now thoroughly excited, would not allow her to lift up her head; and having got her nose where the tongue had hitherto been, she was rubbing herself against it with all her might, screaming.
‘Lick on, lick stronger, don’t take away your tongue now that I am about to enjoy it; there, I am finishing, lick on, suck me, bite me.’
‘But the poor cadaverous wretch in the paroxysm of her delirium had managed to slip away her head.
‘Regarde done quel con,’ said Biou, pointing to that mass of quivering flesh amidst the black and froth-covered viscid hair. ‘I shall just get my knee into it, and rub her soundly. Now, you’ll see!’
‘He pulled off his trousers, and was about to suit the action to the words, when a slight cough was heard. It was at once followed by a piercing cry; and before we could understand what was the matter, the body of the tough old prostitute was bathed in blood. The cadaverous wretch had in a fit of lubricity broken a blood vessel, and was dying — dying — dead!
‘Ah! la sale bougre!’ said the ghoul-like woman with the bloodless face. ‘It’s all over with the slut now, and she owes me ...’
‘I do not remember the sum she mentioned. In the meanwhile, however, the cantiniere continued to writhe in her senseless and ungovernable rage, twisting and distorting herself; but at last, feeling the warm blood flow in her womb, and bathe her inflamed parts, she began to pant, to scream, and to leap with delight, for the ejaculation was at length taking place.
Thus it happened that the death-rattle of the one mixed itself up with the panting and gurgling of the other.
