"A certain Mme Magda Wang, tethered by the train of her gown, declared above a modest decolletage that she frowned on manly determination and principles and that she specialized in breaking the strongest characters. (Here, with a slight kick of her small foot, she rearranged the train of her gown.) There were methods, she continued through clenched teeth, infallible methods she could not divulge here, referring the readers to her memoirs, entitled The Purple Days (published by the Institute of Anthroposophy in Budapest); in them, she listed the results of her experiences in the Colonies with the "dressage" of men (this last word underlined by an ironic flash of her eyes). And strangely enough, that slovenly and loose-tongued lady seemed to be sure of the approval of those about whom she spoke so cynically, and in the peculiar confusion of her words one felt that their meaning had mysteriously shifted and that we had moved to a totally different sphere, where the compass worked back to front.
This was the last page of The Book, and it left me peculiarly dizzy, filled with a mixture of longing and excitement."
Sounds like a Domme to me! My homework just got a lot more fun.
Here's a sample of the artwork Bruno Schulz included with his work:
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