"Fireflies among the wisteria. . . . See how the great blossoms hang before us; vast chandeliers of gold and dim purple pendant from the skies. Do you feel the fine gilt painting our thighs as we enter, and how the slate coloured walls flap clammily about us as we dart deeper and deeper into the petals or grow taut like drums?"
"The Evening Party" (CSF 97)
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