Ariadna

“My love, my adulation, deeply moved Ariadna and she too yearned to be similarly enchanted and to reciprocate my love. Oh yes, it was so romantic!

But she was as incapable of true love as I was capable of it, since she was frigid and already well corrupted. A demon was lurking inside her, whispering day and night that she was enchanting, simply divine. And she had no idea why she had come into this world, why she had been created…”

Ariadna

Anton Chekhov, 1895