In addition to the full text of Madeleine and the first chapter of Lud-in-the-Mist, this week also brings scans of the front cover and title page of Paris and the title page and last page of the first edition of Lud, all four scans courtesy of the very gracious H. Wessells. The thing that the [...]
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…behind the ramparts of the Louvre Freud has dredged the river and, grinning horribly, waves his garbage in a glare of electricity, Taxis, Taxis, Taxis, They moan and yell and squeak Like a thousand tom-cats in rut. The whores like lions are seeking their meat from God : An English padre tilts with the Moulin [...]