Party Three

She was beautiful, in a form not unlike that of men. But hers did not
boast, defy, command, but had received the best qualities that wisdom
deigned to create. Her form was as reasuring and comforting to the
life around her as she was when she was a star in the sky. All that
beheld her beauty was well pleased, for she was as perfect a
compliment one could pay to life’s majestic design.

Then Venus began to dance. She saw all things as a mirror to reflect
the beauty she felt, and she reflected it back. In the motion of her
form her hands imitated the waves. Leaping, she mimicked the plumes
of the waves that were thrown high into the air by the rocks. Her
hair was like the wings of an albatross in graceful slow-motion
flight as she pranced like a horse into the water…