The difference between the man of God, preoccupied by Sin, and the man of Art, preoccupied by Beauty, can be measured by how comfortable they are with their penises.
First, the man of God/Sin:
Prayer and performance had been for naught when that ugliest of all heads decided to rise with a will of its own. If he could hack it off his body, he would. (p. 283)
Next, the man of Art/Beauty:
She removed his vest, his other boot, his leggings, and all of his garments until he was naked and his maleness had grown to its full length in spite of all his best intentions.
She looked at it and let out a sound part way between a laugh and a sigh. ‘How beautiful! A bird has spread its wings to become an eagle.’
‘He wants to fly to you!…See your power.’ (p. 190, emphasis added)
Whether a woman is a temptress or a muse is up to the man and his member.
And let us say, Uccello.
Yellow Crane in the Rain 