It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. With some difficulty, they managed to negotiate the passage with their burden and carry him out into the library. ” She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. He tried to make love to me. Shocked and appalled, she brought her left knee up fast, ramming his testicles swiftly. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. I am no exception. They WERE weird. A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips.
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