She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Henry suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness. By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She
The narrator describes a captivating woman who exudes an intense and chaotic beauty, likening her presence to a feverish dream. Her allure is so profound that the narrator feels compelled to comply with her wishes. This overwhelming attraction momentarily eclipses all other thoughts, including the fading significance of Henry, highlighting the woman's vibrancy and unusual charm.
