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...question the twenty-two cards of the tarot...

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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ON A GILDED BED

THE BRELAN

AUTUMN

by its savour
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the red zone

...idée fixe...

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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...