...For [the poet] there is no other woman but Cerridwen and he desires one thing above all else in the world: her love. As Blodeuwedd, she will gladly give him her love, but at only one price: his life. She will exact payment punctually and bloodily. Other women, other goddesses, are kinder-seeming. They sell their love at a reasonable rate--sometimes a man may even have it for the asking. But not Cerridwen: for with her love goes wisdom.... (Robert Graves)
Startlingly similar to the themes of There Are Doors, of course...
Che
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