Die Liebschaften des Hektor Dalmore

Summary

Vienna, that chandeliered labyrinth of whispered waltzes and powdered lies, discovers in Hektor Dalmore its most incorrigible collector of hearts—a man whose carnal curriculum vitae reads like a decadent sonnet scrawled across the city’s mirrored salons. Between gas-lamp dusk and champagne dawn he pirouettes from one boudoir to the next: the aging diva who drapes her nostalgia around his shoulders like a mink pelt; the diplomat’s wife trading secrets for sin; the bohemian ingénue painting her own ruin in scarlet; the street flower-girl who sells violets by day and venereal doom by night. Each conquest is a pearl on the necklace of his downfall, each moan a note in the requiem for a libertine. Yet every caress ricochets: syphilitic lesions bloom on alabaster skin, blackmail letters arrive scented with arsenic, a husband’s duel pistol misfires into a child’s portrait. When the final lover—a consumptive sculptress—casts her unfinished bust of Hektor into the Danube, the ripples reveal the void behind his smile: a mirror cracked from too many reflections, a man who seduced the world yet never touched anything that did not crumble. The last shot freezes on the snow-dusted bench where he once promised eternity to every woman whose name he immediately forgot; the bench is empty, the city hums on, the reel itself seems to shrug at the moral.

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