â¦â
Glass marbles careered through the streets with children behind them.
âIt will take months and months for your kisses to quench the thirst they have inspired in me. It will take years and years to extinguish the kisses I want to shower over you â on your hands, on your hair, on your eyes, on the nape of your neck â¦â
There were three little girls in the street. They were singing a very round round and dancing to it in a triangle.
âChloe, I want to feel your breasts against my chest, with my two hands wrapped round you, your arms about my neck, your perfumed head in the hollow of my shoulder, and your palpitating skin and the scent of your body â¦â
The sky was blue and brilliant. The cold was still biting, but not quite so deeply. The trees, still deep black, displayed fat green buds at the tips of their lack-lustre limbs.
âWhen you are far from me, I see you in that dress with the silver buttons â but were you wearing it then? No, not the first time! You had it on the day we went out, under your soft heavy coat, but nothing under the dress â¦â Hepushed open the shop door and went in. âIâd like masses and masses of flowers for Chloe, please,â he said.
âWhen would you like them delivered?â asked the florist. She was a frail young girl with raw red hands. She loved flowers very much.
âTake them round tomorrow morning â and then bring some to me. I want our room to be full of white flowers â lilies, gladioli, roses and everything else that is white â and, right in the middle, an enormous bunch of red roses.â
17
The Kissitwell brothers were getting themselves ready for the wedding. They were often asked to be pansy page-boys because their appearance always added a fragrant charm to such occasions. They were twins. The name of the eldest was Coriolanus. He had wavy black hair, soft white skin, an air of virginity, the straightest of noses and blue eyes that sheltered behind heavy lids of creamy amber.
The youngest was called Pegasus, and looked very much like his brother, except that his eyelids were emerald green â and this was usually quite enough for people to tell one from the other. They had taken up homosexuality as a career because they had a vocation for it, and also because they needed the money. But, as they were being so well-paid for being pansy page-boys, they hardly worked seriously any more, and the noxious idleness that this thrust upon them drove them into the clutches of vice from time to time. And thus it was that, only yesterday, Coriolanus had behaved very naughtily with a little girl, Pegasus was lecturing himfuriously, while massaging himself with rose-hip syrup (made from male bushes) in front of a big three-sided mirror.
âAnd what time did you get home last night, Iâd like to know?â said Pegasus.
âI forget,â said Coriolanus. âAnd donât stick your fat bottom into places that donât concern you!â
Coriolanus plucked at his eyebrows with pressurized tweezers.
âYouâre obscene!â said Pegasus. âAnd with a girl too! ⦠What would auntie say if she found out! â¦â
âOh! ⦠Havenât you ever stayed out late for a bit of fun then? Eh?â said Coriolanus, accusingly.
âWhen, I should like to know?â said Pegasus â the first signs of a little anxious frown beginning to appear all the same.
He stopped his auto-massage and began his slimming limbering-up exercises in front of the glass.
âAll right,â said Coriolanus, âI wonât persecute you. I donât want to drive you back to where you came from. Come and zip up my pantees for me instead.â
They had specially made trousers with the flies up the back and they were difficult to do up alone.
âThere!â sneered Pegasus, âYou see! You canât talk!â
âAll right, thatâs
Glass marbles careered through the streets with children behind them.
âIt will take months and months for your kisses to quench the thirst they have inspired in me. It will take years and years to extinguish the kisses I want to shower over you â on your hands, on your hair, on your eyes, on the nape of your neck â¦â
There were three little girls in the street. They were singing a very round round and dancing to it in a triangle.
âChloe, I want to feel your breasts against my chest, with my two hands wrapped round you, your arms about my neck, your perfumed head in the hollow of my shoulder, and your palpitating skin and the scent of your body â¦â
The sky was blue and brilliant. The cold was still biting, but not quite so deeply. The trees, still deep black, displayed fat green buds at the tips of their lack-lustre limbs.
âWhen you are far from me, I see you in that dress with the silver buttons â but were you wearing it then? No, not the first time! You had it on the day we went out, under your soft heavy coat, but nothing under the dress â¦â Hepushed open the shop door and went in. âIâd like masses and masses of flowers for Chloe, please,â he said.
âWhen would you like them delivered?â asked the florist. She was a frail young girl with raw red hands. She loved flowers very much.
âTake them round tomorrow morning â and then bring some to me. I want our room to be full of white flowers â lilies, gladioli, roses and everything else that is white â and, right in the middle, an enormous bunch of red roses.â
17
The Kissitwell brothers were getting themselves ready for the wedding. They were often asked to be pansy page-boys because their appearance always added a fragrant charm to such occasions. They were twins. The name of the eldest was Coriolanus. He had wavy black hair, soft white skin, an air of virginity, the straightest of noses and blue eyes that sheltered behind heavy lids of creamy amber.
The youngest was called Pegasus, and looked very much like his brother, except that his eyelids were emerald green â and this was usually quite enough for people to tell one from the other. They had taken up homosexuality as a career because they had a vocation for it, and also because they needed the money. But, as they were being so well-paid for being pansy page-boys, they hardly worked seriously any more, and the noxious idleness that this thrust upon them drove them into the clutches of vice from time to time. And thus it was that, only yesterday, Coriolanus had behaved very naughtily with a little girl, Pegasus was lecturing himfuriously, while massaging himself with rose-hip syrup (made from male bushes) in front of a big three-sided mirror.
âAnd what time did you get home last night, Iâd like to know?â said Pegasus.
âI forget,â said Coriolanus. âAnd donât stick your fat bottom into places that donât concern you!â
Coriolanus plucked at his eyebrows with pressurized tweezers.
âYouâre obscene!â said Pegasus. âAnd with a girl too! ⦠What would auntie say if she found out! â¦â
âOh! ⦠Havenât you ever stayed out late for a bit of fun then? Eh?â said Coriolanus, accusingly.
âWhen, I should like to know?â said Pegasus â the first signs of a little anxious frown beginning to appear all the same.
He stopped his auto-massage and began his slimming limbering-up exercises in front of the glass.
âAll right,â said Coriolanus, âI wonât persecute you. I donât want to drive you back to where you came from. Come and zip up my pantees for me instead.â
They had specially made trousers with the flies up the back and they were difficult to do up alone.
âThere!â sneered Pegasus, âYou see! You canât talk!â
âAll right, thatâs
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