📔 Earthly Powers

"Still, he looks very distinguished and venerable in his robes." "Oh Christ, is he an autocephalic archbishop?"

It was the left eye that had gone. She wore over the hollow a pad that matched her suit and also a melleous wig with a tress flowing down to her cheek.

‘This,’ the colonel said […] ‘is a lampshade. It looks like an ordinary lampshade. It was taken from the bedside lamp of Frau Koch. It’s genuine human skin.’ It sounded more gruesome spoken in his diphthongal southern manner—skee-ern.

Nicholas agreed but, to bring the proceedings to an end and enable him to perform his salvatory mission, he swung into a cabaletta which summed up the argument against Anus and then, fired, struck the heresiarch a knockdown blow.

[…] Tom’s cough was revealed as clearly unvolitional […]

Stertile thunder tonitruated terribly. ‘Oh Lord forgive us our bloody sins.’ Rain now pelted. It was hard work finding a taxi.

The bellydancer oozed towards our table, her cuplike navel apout.

Soon the Germans would see me on their screens and hear me barking. There was also plenty of work for me in Hollywood. The Food of the Gods was never to achieve filmhood, nor was the projected musical on Shakespeare's life called Will!

Christ appeared, only to reveal himself as the naked god Pan. Ballet of hetaerae and houris, choreography by Italo Castaldi.

The audience was made up almost entirely of international youth, bearded and jeaned and unwashed.