Prologue
"Her heart was like the soles of those shoes. Wealth and luxury had rubbed against it and left upon it something that would never wear away."
It was that moment; certainly it could be no other moment, in which his downfall occurred. It would not present itself instantaneously but there could be no doubt that that this was the moment of his ruination, and it started with her.
At first glance it would have been impossible to envisage the depths to which her depravity would corrupt him and yet, mere years after that first chance meeting she had ruined him. Were it that I could forgive this transgression and leave it behind I would! I long for the day my memories of that cursed jezebel should disappear and yet I fear her presence should never leave. Though she no longer inhabits this very space in which I currently find myself, her damage is done, and my, what damage there is. I have lived and indeed will only ever live one life and yet I truly believe that I met evil and worse, befriended it. Curiously I also feel pity for this creature, perhaps it was the nature of her upbringing that caused the poison to set in her long before she ever invaded my life and yet one can never be sure. I feel compelled to write this account if for nothing else than to just keep my sanity for I fear one day I shall be unable to bear witness to this legend and therefore must record this for the sake of future generations.
The quote comes from Madame Bovary. Reviews are always gratefully received.
