"So he fell in love with the Unknown Woman of the Seine, who had drowned herself many years ago and who was so beautiful that at the Morgue they had made a plaster cast of her face. It was this picture he carried about. Around her he embroidered the most luxurious enchantments which she could not destroy, as other women destroyed the enchantments he cast around them. her silence permitted the unfolding of all his inventions. In death alone could love grow to such an absolute."