and the prince picked it up very carefully. —Perrault
My father got remarried, which overjoyed me. I’d always dreamt
of having an evil stepmother. The heavens granted me even more, giving me two stepsisters. They were deliciously cruel. I especially liked the older one, who despised me so much it thrilled me. See- ing me always seated in the fireplace’s cinders, whose heat pene- trated me delectably (sometimes even burning me), with her sweet, familiar voice, didn’t she call me Cinderass? Never was a word so sweet to my ears. Unfortunately, they were pretty girls, suitable for marriage. They soon left us, leaving me with my parents who, devoted to one another, regarded the world with a drunken tenderness. And I too was enveloped by their splendid, universal indifference. I would do anything to avoid such a marriage . . . But how would I, since I was of an amorous mind, and so submissive?
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Furthermore, I felt my pleasure diminish each day, and my ec-
stasy wane. I understood why (for lack of anything better, I had given myself to solitary reveries and reflected a lot): such delights fade with habit. At present, I was too downcast, too humiliated, to experience the joy of daily humiliation. I had to climb back onto the bank, onto a tall bank, to dive back into the infinite sea of human voluptuousness. A princess, ah! If I were a queen! . . . To wed, publicly, the least of my vassals, to get him to force me to abdicate, to abuse me, to prefer the whores of his village to me! Can one make such fantasies come true? My very wise godmother, Madame Fairy, to whom I confessed my desires, came to my rescue. She knew our Prince very well (long ago, she had even attended his baptism) and revealed to me the curious particularities by which he could be seduced: He had a passion for women’s shoes. Touching them, kissing them, letting himself be walked on with their charming heels (pointed heels with a scarlet tint so they looked as if they were splattered with blood)—these were the simple pleasures he’d been looking for since he was a child. The ladies at court could not satisfy him. Awkward and timid, lest they wound the heir to the throne, they wear house slippers. And fearing he would lower himself to kiss their feet, they raise them, with all the signs of respect, to his mouth, which is august, but bitter, unyielding to smiles . . . What this royal lover needs is a haughty and dominat- ing mistress, with hard heels and no pity, the one I could be—me, the one who understands! “Godmother, you are demanding a terrible sacrifice of me! This man is the opposite of the one my heart desires.” “I know, my dear. But it’s for a purpose. Every sacrifice has its
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own reward. By playing your role, you will experience an excite-
ment more profound than any of the all-too-common ones you’ve known until now. My blasé Cinderella, listen to me: the sharpest pain on earth (for you, the greatest pleasure) is to go against one’s instinct, to violate it and to chasten it time and again . . .” Convinced by my good godmother, I accepted her presents— three pairs of cinder-gray horses, a carriage, a driver, and six lack- eys; clothes of velour and gold; and cute vair slippers (he adores fur) that she entrusted to me just for him . . . She advised me to be proud and fierce, mysterious to perfec- tion, and to flee at the stroke of midnight—and to do so the sec- ond night, in the process losing my little left slipper (but in full light and under the eyes of the Prince who would follow me). (My feet are small and compact, and sort of stunted—since I have the habit of binding them in a vise of stiff cloth laced firmly in the Chinese fashion. This exquisite and most effective torture fills me with utter satisfaction . . .) I obeyed. Yesterday, I saw the Prince, who disturbed me greatly. Alas! I guess his thoughts all too well! And I noticed many es- sential details . . . He blushed at the mention of boots. He blushes, he told me naively, if he walks in front of a display of shoes, which seems to him to be the worst inconvenience; but a display of flesh does not affect his modest and tolerant soul. He is astonished that games so foolish and even a bit repugnant can be pleasing. I agree with him. And perhaps I would truly love him if he oc- casionally wanted to switch roles . . . I can’t entertain the thought for a second, for if I were to ruin his illusions, he would send his cricket back home all too quickly! I’ll have to deceive him to the grave.
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The important thing is being a Princess. When I’m a Princess,
with the help of my godmother, I’ll be able to get the lowliest of my valets to beat me. Then, I’ll once again put on my scullery maid dress, precious rags the color and odor of cinders, in which I’ll secretly bury my crazed head every day. I’ll go out at night. I’ll meet passersby (there’s no lack of poor or ugly, even dishonest people). And the better I play my role for the dear Prince, the more marvelously intense the contrast of these humiliating contacts will be for me.
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