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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: sweet as a kiss.
Salammbo was invaded by a weakness in which she lost all consciousness
of herself. Something at once inward and lofty, a command from the
gods, obliged her to yield herself; clouds uplifted her, and she fell
back swooning upon the bed amid the lion's hair. The zaimph fell, and
enveloped her; she could see Matho's face bending down above her
breast.
"Moloch, thou burnest me!" and the soldier's kisses, more devouring
than flames, covered her; she was as though swept away in a hurricane,
taken in the might of the sun.
He kissed all her fingers, her arms, her feet, and the long tresses of
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