<div class="legacy-text">She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-mans land between life and death, sleeping and waking, behind the hedge of spiked flowers, Nosferatus sanguinary rosebud. The beastly forebears on the walls condemn her to a perpetual repetition of their passions. <br /><br />(One kiss, however, and only one, woke up the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.)</div>