“ The sculptor, delighted, gave a long pull at his pipe, and blew a cloud of smoke. ‘Eh, isn’t it? I am going to give them some flesh, and living flesh, too; not the bladders of lard that they turn out.’ ‘It’s a woman bathing, isn’t it?’ asked Sandoz. ‘No; I shall put some vine leaves around her head. A Bacchante, you understand.’ At this Claude flew into a violent passion. ‘A Bacchante? Do you want to make fools of people? Does such a thing as a Bacchante exist? A vintaging girl, eh? And quite modern, dash it all. I know she’s nude, so let her be a peasant woman who has undressed. ”
Bacchante
Definition and stakes
The theme of “Bacchante” has been addressed by authors such as Émile Zola, T. L. Haines, Victoria Cross, John G. Neihardt and Sir Joshua Reynolds. It is often associated with terms like Bacchus, Dionysus, wine, thyrsus and Pentheus.
Quotes about “Bacchante”
T. L. Haines, Museum of Antiquity: A Description of Ancient Life
“ Meanwhile a little Faun lifts the veil that covers her, and with an attitude indicating surprise at her beauty, turns to Bacchus and seems to invite him to contemplate her charms. The deity himself, crowned with ivy and berries, clothed in a short tunic and a pallium agitated by the breeze, holds in his right hand the thyrsus, and lifts his left in token of admiration. In the background a Bacchante sounds her tympanum, and invites the followers of the god to descend from the mountains. These, preceded by Silenus, obey the summons ”
Rhymes from the Russian (1891)
“ The moans, the cries, the young Bacchante makes,When, clinging close in coilings like a snake’s,With wounding kiss, and gush of hot caresses,For the last moments’ thrills she quiveringly presses. Far dearer thou, my gentle one, to me,And happy I—distracted more by thee—When yielding to long prayers with gentle grace,You press me softly in your meek embrace;Modestly cold, to love with passion fraughtYou scarce respond; you conscience seem of naught;Yet warm and warmer glowing, till at last,As ’twere against your will, you share my blast. [Pg 41] ⁂ Let me not lose my senses, God ”
