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160 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2002















Bow down to no one. Worship no one. Not even me. Do you understand?
One of the nobility of hell has picked me out to be her toy. Compared to you I am happy indeed. But somehow it rings like false coin. Do you remember the first lad or lass you loved? When you felt your chest was too narrow to hold your heart? When it seemed the world was made anew by your passion? And do you remember the fear that comes with love? The fear that it cannot last? The fear that you cannot be worthy of it? Truly we were not. none of us. But did it not come anyway? How we have poured our souls into another's lips and eyes. How we have died and been born again in the ebb and flow of their breath. All gone. The flesh you loved is dust. The words you whispered stir no echoes. And it may e that the one you loved most dearly sits at supper now with angels, and has forgotten your name. They think they mortify us with whips and wheels. But then, they have neither lived, nor loved. In truth -- they know nothing of pain at all.
And what's custom? Only the canvas on which we paint.
Economy must be our watchword this season. I resolve not even to scratch unless I can still two itches at once.
...a frank face may hide a false heart. But a full codpiece never lied yet.
Intellectually as well as socially. you always arrive when everyone else has left the room.