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When satin banderoles flutter on top of the Towers-of-Silence-in-the-Desert, electric aigrettes crackle in the vaginas of murderesses, and bluish thunderbolts lodge in the battlements behind which kings shelter, with their crowns of geometric shapes and white lines etched upon the black background of their seals. In the meantime, squatting at the back of the casemates, the guards rattle dice in their helmets and...

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the red zone

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"As a spectator at a sports day held on the Balearic Isles in honour of the Doge of Venice," said the first traveller, "I watched the scum of every port in Europe converge man immense platform, a sinister gang of hooligans in running vests, and heard them haking with laughter as they slapped their muscles. One of them suddenly jumped hackwards, his back towards the void, and fell on his head. He regained his...

...first to fall into the central vortex; I was still some distance away when I saw her totter and disappear with a long cry, like a torch going out. The goat followed her almost at once, but was fortunate enough to encounter one of the bubbles, which carried it rapidly into the air; there it changed into a cloud, which enabled it to descend without injury in the form of a fine rain.

Rotating around the polished exterior with me were a dark woman, a goat and a bottle containing some scraps of paper, four crystal dice and a ball of string all pickled in brine. Each time my position with reference to the bottle allowed me to see a new face on one of the dice, the woman stretched out her bare arms and the goat shook its beard, while a bubble emerged from the funnel.
It was the woman who was the...

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...voyage of the Argonauts...Hundred Years' War...

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the Atlantes for the thumb

the Cimmerians - the index finger

the Mayas - the second finger

the Egyptians - the third finger

the Pelasgians - the little finger.

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...War of the Slaves...

The Ingénue was a pretty coquette who would innocently turn up her skirt in order to grant a glimpse of the frilly petticoats underneath - white like a clock face around midnight, as piercing as the winter wind, as delicate as the hands which smooth them so gently as to be frightening or reduce one to tears.

...the desire slowly awoke in me of penetrating her dressing-room in order to steal some small article of toiletry - a powder-puff or an eye pencil - that I could cherish as though it were as precious as a drop of her blood, the indelible redness of which only fades in us as it gives way to the hues of death.

..., the phenomenal curve of your thighs and your craftily padded breasts always tipped with aphrodisiac points of red chilli.

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..., and a droopy rod completely lacking insight, incapable of imitating a plumb-line, when the sex verifies the architecture of a love founded on the quicksands that hour by hour destroy the verticality of its walls.

BLOOD AND WATER ON EVERY FLOOR (Paris; 1890s onwards: Eau & gaz à tous les étages (Water & gas on every floor).

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Further away from me, quite high up on the right, was the cathedral spire of Notre-Dame to which my glazed stare was riveted. This temple was built by neither Semiramis nor the Queen of Sheba, but they say that on its stones are engraved the principal secrets of Nicolas Flamel, more enigmatic even than those of Paracelsus.

1927-1928.

...Notre-Dame bridge. My numb body, heavy with cold, came to a halt against one of the large metal rings hanging from the stone riverbank.

At last, after a long and exhausting journey, I arrived one fine morning in the estuary of the Seine. Although against the current, I swam upstream, past Rouen, Vernon, Bonnières, Saint-Cloud and heaven knows how many other towns! I had set out to return to the source. However, the weight of my sodden clothing was now such that my journey had to end, having lost its initial impetus.
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In the town, the hangar now consisted merely of one worm-eaten plank, the stale air stank and the sea's waves, whose foam was turning mouldy, were now nothing more than mushroom-beds. Only its shin-bones still pointed rigidly upwards, for their accursed fork was to outlast all this decay.

For a second it remained suspended in mid-air, then it fell head first and sank up to the hips into the brownish sludge of the swamp. Its mouth and ears instantly filled with mud while its legs, which stayed afloat because they were still wide apart, continued to point towards the zenith as taut in appearance as the two prongs of a catapult when, its projectile released, the angle of its Y subtends the firmament.

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Verstörung
das hübsche Schulmädchen

...gryphons, chimeras, wyverns, salamanders, unicorns and all kinds of fantastic creatures gathered round a tree whose petrified fruits, slightly egg-shaped, looked more like Easter gifts than diving masks.

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...Neapolitan woman...Vesuvius.

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