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207 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1976
We all stand around a small table watching the matchbook press at work. It is exactly like a toy steam engine. Everyone is very fond of it, although we also have a press big as a destroyer escort – that one has a crew of thirty-five, its own galley, its own sick bay, its own band. We print the currency of Colombia, and the Acts of the Apostles, and the laws of the land, and the fingerprints of criminals…
The captured woman is smoking her pipe. It has a long graceful curving stem and a white porcelain bowl decorated with little red flowers. For dinner we had shad roe and buttered yellow beans.
“He looks like he has five umbrellas stuck up his ass,” she says
suddenly.
“Who?”
“My husband. But he’s a very decent man. But of course that’s not uncommon. A great many people are very decent. Most people, I think. Even you.”
The fragrance of her special (ladies’ mixture) tobacco hangs about us.
Here is a diode, learn what to do with it. Here is Du Guesclin, constable of France 1370-80 – learn what to do with him. A divan is either a long cushioned seat or a council of state – figure out at which times it is what. Certainly you can have your dangerous drugs, but only for dessert – first you must chew your cauliflower, finish your fronds.