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STRANGER. How does the source of life grow tainted? CONFESSOR. When Aphrodite, born of the pure seafoam, wallows in the mire.... When Aphrodite Urania, the heaven-born, degrades herself to Pandemos, the Venus of the streets. STRANGER. Why is desire born? CONFESSOR. Pure desire, to be satisfied; impure, to be stifled. STRANGER. What is pure, and what impure? CONFESSOR. Have you got back to that? STRANGER. Ask these men here.... CONFESSOR. Take care! (He looks at the STRANGER, who is unable to support his gaze.) STRANGER. You're choking me.... My chest.... CONFESSOR. Yes, I'll steal the air you use to form rebellious words, and ask outrageous questions. Sit down there, I'll come back--when you've learnt patience and undergone your probation. But don't forget that I can hear and see you, and am aware of you, wherever I may be! STRANGER. So I'm to be tested! I'm glad to know it! CONFESSOR. But you mustn't speak to the worshippers of Venus. (MAIA, an old woman, appears in the background.) STRANGER (rising in horror). Who am I meeting here after all this time? Who is it? CONFESSOR. Who are you speaking of? STRANGER. That old woman there? CONFESSOR. Who's she? STRANGER (calling). Maia! Listen! (Old Maia has disappeared. The STRANGER hurries after her.) Maia, my friend, listen! She's gone! CONFESSOR. Who was it? STRANGER (sitting down). O God! Now, when I find her again at last, she goes.... I've looked for her for seven long years, written letters, advertised.... CONFESSOR. Why? STRANGER. I'll tell you how her fate was linked to mine! (Pause.) Maia was the nurse in my first family... during those hard years... when I was fighting the Invisible Ones, who wouldn't bless my work! I wrote till my brain and nerves dissolved like fat in alcohol... but it wasn't enough! I was one of those who never could earn enough. And the day came when I couldn't pay the maids their wages--it was terrible--and I became the servant of my servant, and she became my mistress. At last... in order, at least, to save my soul, I fled from what was too powerful for me. I fled into the wilderness, where I collected my spirit in solitude and recovered my strength! My first thought then was--my debts! For seven years I looked for Maia, but in vain! For seven years I saw her shadow, out of the windows of trains, from the decks of steamers, in strange towns, in distant lands, but without ever being able to find
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