Sometimes Colette wore shoes of simple white drugget or with silver
flowers; sometimes rose-colored slippers with green heels, or green with
rose heels; her supple feet, far from deforming her shoes, increased
their grace and rendered the form more exciting." One day, on entering
the house, he saw Madame Parangon elegantly dressed and wearing
rose-colored shoes with tongues, and with green heels and a pretty
rosette. They were new and she took them off to put on green slippers
with rose heels and borders which he thought equally exciting. As soon
as she had left the room, he continues, "carried away by the most
impetuous passion and idolizing Colette, I seemed to see her and touch
her in handling what she had just worn; my lips pressed one of these
jewels, while the other, deceiving the sacred end of nature, from excess
of exaltation replaced the object of sex (I cannot express myself more
clearly). The warmth which she had communicated to the insensible
object which had touched her still remained and gave a soul to it; a
voluptuous cloud covered my eyes." He adds that he would kiss with
rage and transport whatever had come in close contact with the woman
he adored, and on one occasion eagerly pressed his lips to her cast-off
underlinen, vela secretiora penetraliuni.
