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DARIUS:
In the space of twenty four hours, on Inframind, wafer thin crepes, Devon
cream and blackberry conserve have been consumed by Clarissa Ablethorpe. At
lunch, she fuelled herself with smoked salmon mousse, refreshed herself with
an icy granita. At a high level diplomatic function, cocktail bratwurst and
pureed celery were the order of the day and, in the company of the Malaysian
Charge dčAffaires, a shot of expensive Scotch whiskey was politely swilled
and swallowed. As the evening drew to a close, she judiciously sipped champagne,
before the arrival of Didier Hunnington caused the nervous Clarissa to ill-advisedly
quaff a long island tea, and then to ruminously suck an olive from its toothpick.
At last, before extinguishing her bedside light, she consumed two Normisons
with a glass of warm milk.
HE REGARDS THE CONCOCTION
IN THE BUCKET. HE STIRS IT.
Before me, I have
an approximation of the contents of Clarissa Ablethorpečs stomach, at the
time of her retiring from consciousness on May the fifteenth, 1992.
DARIUS TAKES A SAMPLE
IN A GLASS. HE RAISES IT, AS IF IN A TOAST, AND REGARDS IT INTENSELY.
With it, I hope to
learn...
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