The World of Courtesans c11.93

c11.93

When he saw her shedding tears, the old barber said to her by way of encouragement, "Through sheer avarice you admitted to your house the physician, who spells the very death of prostitutes. When he goes out, he is like a hunter in search of prey; the rakes of their tribe salute him as the Lord of Death. Give up your sorrows and adopt a new mother for your house. A bawd in a house is like a tigress thirsting for the blood of her prey. These jackallike lovers give her a wide berth. Not for a moment can a sharper then settle in your house and stay there like a tame cat on the hearth in winter. When you are unprotected, rakes enter your house without any fear. This is the time for you to earn money because your youth once gone will not return. I advise you to adopt Kankali who knows how to bring all types of undisciplined men under her control !"