I want to leave it for ever. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. I have always hated it. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. “I will be off,” she declared. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle.
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