The Rovlvula of Ronda

A living Dead Monument to Once Ancient Hope…

THE ARCHDUCHESS by Daphne du Maurier

“Why ravish a stranger, when my sister is my bride?”

Ronda, a utopia of incestuous intermarriages, its trade in fishbones arched like bra cups for breasts, and Rovlvula flowers turned into beauty cream, and its spring waters of elixir for eternal life, beautiful Rondese women, too, with intoxicated caresses, and a hint of a means to prolong not only life but also the act of love. …………

“— he smells his last Rovlvula flower, that heady blossom whose golden petals cover the streets in late summer…” — Daphne du Maurier

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