Sad; so sad, te autumn, sad enougo pierce t. ts ts of gaudy cloud; anguisers ty, a sense of tterest regret, a nostalgia for turn of time of impotent yearning, t quot;t;, bringing to mind tal drama of t-t must recur again and again, y, at time of every year t sc out to rob orc everyday image, any cue and kno;regretquot;, t any precise reason.

    Soft ts of mist invade tions of an exed spirit, seep in t tours of tment . On to lapse to tears.

    She sighs.

    tard-apple of inking Eden s -- and  once transported  sabula rasa, still. So tracted from it. If you start out ake even t ahe Good Book says so.

    Indeed, I to bite any apple at all. S  knoe of innocence nor a state of grace. I ell you w Jeanne was like.

    Sry were everybody  off.

    On t times, as to dusk, ead of lig;Baby, baby, let me take you back ree and you can cruncrong, eettle, baby.  ting palm-trees, under to deatogetctle girl in a s in bo ing in t, my pet. . . t o live t;

    But, on t and sulking, no pet nor pussy sy feateful sticks. S gnahe back of her neck or pinching her ankles.

    Go, ly from tube,  as a c to look. Fly-blooo eat is green bananas and yams and a brocte of rubber goat to cs on a trical so sed cat off es t, any t  ing to strangle it. Ss a flute of discarded manuscript from tepaper basket into a spill for .

    Nig of fur and marvellous clouds drift past tral clouds of t sky t are uncannily visible er of t let t topmost ones replaced ed glass so t tes could pursue an uninterrupted vieriump ascents.

    At tion of a gust of les tiles above us, tment s Persian rugs, its  table off  of fake tintorettos on tigable connoisseur, if, as yet, too young to  tells you ation of terious currents of ted cabin s moorings in treet beloake off, depart, , tangling a stillborn, crescent moon in its ropes, nudging a star at lift-off, and  us --

    quot;No!quot; s;Not t forest! Dont take me on te back to t Indies, for godsake! And let t out, before it craps on your precious Bok;

    tive land, alto pretend s one or not,  believe s t ogetemplating fliging for to blo ake to a miraculous elsewed ease and pleasure.

    After s a drink or t to unpin  , to. And, if ive indolence does not prove too mucable trance, for imes lob tt of  in to take off  es reets.

    Nigober, of frail, sickle moons, erious -- on suc, you could say the moon was black.

    ted o perform so muced of a series of voluptuous poses one folloe-room-in-a-bordello stuff but tasteful, o undulate r and so put on all  of clanking je. Mean Mardi Gras or tool but Daddy paid no attention to ically entranced.

    quot;Sucker!quot; s tenderly, but  hear her.

    S a long s. S, type of tiful giantesses ages of tinsel pasties, divinely tall, texture of suede. Josep vivacity, exuberance ies. A slumbrous resentment of anyt eat, drink or smoke, i.e. burn, ic. Consumption, combustion, tions.

    Sced e reflections of trings of glass beads racking about above  but t s to irely.  or not underneat t out of anybody.

    t prone to introspection, sometimes, as s room t tugged at its moorings, longing to take off on an aerial quest for ts, s tinction  of one man utors in t is, ot, unelessly croaked tties sold  sixteen, sion to be kept; t is, kept off treets. Prostitution ion of number; of being paid by more t a time. t  Daddy, s t ter of  ion of fidelity. (In though her lover assumed she was promiscuous because she was promiscuous.)

    Noimes asked . If so o dance naked to earn  so keep herself? Eh? Eh?

    But t of organising a ne. And o ask? S notion of her own use value.

    S arted dancing se enjoyed it. S almost o quot;tquot;, she snapped her mind off.

    tely of  o eet  be black stumps, already, but ted canines still ed o join in t  or busting oned, o t ogetold over tany of toms toget tune-telling mirror and seeing, not t their own rouged skulls.

    of t it, it made  in er, as if s tty, secretly festering till  alpurgisnacced to tc;Naked on a goat, I display my fine young body.quot; c;Youll rot!quot; Ill rot, t Jeanne, and laugric cynicism ill became sucure made for pleasure as Jeanne, but  tic fate of a creature made for pleasure and trocious mixture of corruption and innocence t illes?

    For rition and ring  , some centuries before Jeannes birtec goddess, Nanazin, cadores as took ty from to tinents revenge, perpetrating itself in tly follorail across tlantic but s no erotic vengeance -- s protector. trusted to take , enougo make a  t salist, s.

    S over backil tened o t; so a maice  and rong o iful, s exquisite ions but soo poor to be able to afford tion as sucook w came. She arched her back so much a small boy could have run under her. her reversed blood sang in her ears.

    Upside do rig unfrosted, ted on tline of t of its surface, obscured by tips, so you could say ts arms. An exceptionally brilliant star suspended from taut, invisible leash.

    t cat, ts excretory stroll along ttance outside t let Puss in. Puss leapt into ing arms and filled tment ted to strangle t oes but, indulgent from ty, so see  ures, ts,  for its existence; t in common. Sretcendons.

    dance: t;ve got no legs, and  kindly, youre an idiot, Jeanne; but s quick system of transverse strikes, lasself like a erribly fast -- if . Semplated ing breasts; stle  a persistent vaginal disc smelled of mice, somet: no  er, not at this hour.

    quot;t er if you pay.quot;

    urn to sulk. ook to cleaning his nails again.

    quot;You t need a ;

    But, even as s darts of a s t sracted for a tense, scratc taste for it. S does it matter? o die; aring vacantly at tment. t drely alongside, as if on purpose, adding a toucanic glamour, so you could imagine bot conversations  left  it alone. togety of te self-absorptions of t and te t t felt outmanoeuvred and o broion if you so mucy until so ackno again.

    ips  . S Eve but, , and en her!

    eird goddess, dusky as night,

    reeking of musk smeared on tobacco,

    a s of the savannah,

    black-tcs child. . .