Fragments of a language of love

Dictionary of the language of love. Perhaps the most beautiful text in French literature. New, improved release. "Tongue is like skin: with my words I rub against the Other. It's as if only words replace my fingers, or as if fingers are extensions of words. My tongue trembles with desire." A tangerine was in love with a courtesan. "I'll be yours," she said as she waits for me for a hundred nights sitting on a stool in my garden under my window. On the ninetieth night, however, the mandarin stood up, slapped the stool under his arm, and left.