What are some of your favorite allusions to feet in literature? In the Odyssey it says Hebe is the one with beautiful feet
>>25410382At twenty-six, Kate, though not promiscuous, had slept with most of the decent men in public life. When our first campaign spokesman returned from a press conference saying, “My dears, I’ve never been so buffeted,” Kate left her job at the museum and took over a lot of the campaign’s hardest work. On a summer Monday, after a morning rally, Kate was walking along Forty-second Street from the subway station. She saw a tall, young, scholarly-looking man obviously about to say something to her. “Excuse me,” he said at last. He said he was from the Stanford urban-contaminations study. Kate said nothing. “Sidewalks,” he went on, frowning slightly. “Sidewalk contamination.” He said they were working on the right shoes of pedestrians. He wondered whether he might take a slide from hers? Kate nodded. She felt a flash of unease the moment she leaned against a wall and raised her foot to take the shoe off. He was already on the sidewalk, quietly licking the sole. No passerby took any notice. In another moment, he had stood up and walked away.~ Renata Adler, ‘Speedboat’
>>25410382It was light, much lighter I should say than it had been in the living state, and the flesh to all appearance was still flesh, though about it there clung a faintly aromatic odour. For the rest it was not shrunk or shrivelled, or even black and unsightly, like the flesh of Egyptian mummies, but plump and fair, and, except where it had been slightly burnt, perfect as on the day of death — a very triumph of embalming.Poor little foot! I set it down upon the stone bench where it had lain for so many thousand years, and wondered whose was the beauty that it had upborne through the pomp and pageantry of a forgotten civilisation — first as a merry child’s, then as a blushing maid’s, and lastly as a perfect woman’s. Through what halls of Life had its soft step echoed, and in the end, with what courage had it trodden down the dusty ways of Death! To whose side had it stolen in the hush of night when the black slave slept upon the marble floor, and who had listened for its stealing? Shapely little foot! Well might it have been set upon the proud neck of a conqueror bent at last to woman’s beauty, and well might the lips of nobles and of kings have been pressed upon its jewelled whiteness. ~ H. Rider Haggard, ‘She’
>>25410398>though not promiscuous
>>25410382. . . She leaned her body forward a little, its outline almost invisible in the deepening gloom, scarcely a wraith of smoke, so supple that it swayed to invisible breezes! But her small bare hands implied all the burning nakedness of her flesh. Mafarka already felt the pull of that body upon him and inside him; and those white feet, hidden again beneath her dark robe, were so smooth and soft to look at that he would have liked to feel them on his face and mouth, and be gagged by their presence.~ Filippo-Thommaso Marinetti, ‘Mafarka The Futurist’
>>25414286he's literally me
