aug 22, 2012
Stephen is not going to his aunt’s house after all. Kevin Egan, and the works of the blasphemous M. Leo Taxil.
“He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara’s. Am I
not going there? Seems not. No-one about. He turned
northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the
—Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position?
—c’est le pigeon, Joseph.
Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me
in the bar MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan
of Paris. My father’s a bird, he lapped the sweet lait chaud
with pink young tongue, plump bunny’s face. Lap, lapin.
He hopes to win in the gros lots. About the nature of
women he read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie
de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Lent it to his friend.”