No Adam in Eden

So who needs an Adam in Eden?

Angelique was small, blondem passionate–and as capable of love as a hooded cobra. She learned sexual blackmail at her mother’s knee, and before she was through she bit off more of the apple than any woman since Eve.

It is doubtful that there exists in all fiction a more intriguing character–in spite of her sexual aberrations, her innate selfishness and cruelty, her all but psychotic belief that was something very special and thus excused from the normal mores of decency and honesty.

“Paradise,” she said, “I’ll tell you what paradise is–it’s having what you want all the time. I don’t need any one man for that!”