If all those females who so passionately loved
the film face of Rudolf Valentino
had had to take him for one night only, in the flesh,
how they’d have hated him!
Hated him just because he was a man
and flesh of a man.
For the luscious filmy imagination loathes the male
substance
with deadly
loathing.
All the women who adored the shadow of the man on
the
screen
helped to kill him in the flesh.
Such adoration pierces the loins and perishes the man
worse than the evil eye.