He then looked at himself, and touched himself, and bringing his hands to his face, saw that they were scarlet. Stained by her innocence such that the sun shines not on me. I have her curse, not her innocence. Evil trickster pretends to be innocent when she is cursed. Though wronged by you, I am yet willing to marry you, that this sin may not be such a stain on our souls.
Marriage is the playground for the blind.
The children play and enjoy each other, yet do not know if the others are clean. They can only know by getting close enough to taste the others, and so know what is on their skin. Yet I have tasted you, and you are filthy. Oh, would that God had made some way to distinguish the cursed and the innocent, since the eye is too weak to see. Yet this curse is not my curse, but was given me by you.