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diff --git a/tomb500000.nomem.tex b/tomb500000.nomem.tex index 412346a..6d54a6e 100644 --- a/tomb500000.nomem.tex +++ b/tomb500000.nomem.tex @@ -132,7 +132,7 @@ In its anatomization of the forms of conflict and massacre, \booktitle{Tomb for \chapter{First Song} -In those times, war covered Ecbatane. Many slaves escaped, clung to the victors, but when these tried to get information about the resistance of the occupied, the slaves refused to tell the names of their former masters, and therefore fell into even greater servitude. Ecbatane then was still the widest capital of the Occident : it had been built along fifteen kilometers of coastline. Every day, the beaches below the sea front boulevard, were covered with bodies of young members of the Resistance, who landed at night, only to be shot by the sea sentries. The victors had overcome easily : they had conquered a city which was ridding itself of its gods. Ecbatane was returning to the North, from where these victors, booted, helmeted, armor-plated, held the snow of their soles and the ice of their eyelashes. For a hundred years, the earth had been growing colder : Ecbatane's scientists worked secretly at a weapon capable of warming it up but the victors stole it from them. An airplane was built into which the weapon was put and also the scientists who were sent North. The victors persecuted those whom the capital threw out of its seas : adventurers, acrobats, soldiers. A few families, within the heart of the capital, refused to submit to the orders of denouncement and cruelty : their children, at night, would flee into the lands, others would embark in subterranean creeks of the south shore, all rallied in the Buxtehude archipelago still inviolate but covered day and night by the shadows of enemy bombers. +In those times, war covered Ecbatane. Many slaves escaped, clung to the victors, but when these tried to get information about the resistance of the occupied, the slaves refused to tell the names of their former masters, and therefore fell into even greater servitude. Ecbatane then was still the widest capital of the Occident~: it had been built along fifteen kilometers of coastline. Every day, the beaches below the sea front boulevard, were covered with bodies of young members of the Resistance, who landed at night, only to be shot by the sea sentries. The victors had overcome easily~: they had conquered a city which was ridding itself of its gods. Ecbatane was returning to the North, from where these victors, booted, helmeted, armor-plated, held the snow of their soles and the ice of their eyelashes. For a hundred years, the earth had been growing colder~: Ecbatane's scientists worked secretly at a weapon capable of warming it up but the victors stole it from them. An airplane was built into which the weapon was put and also the scientists who were sent North. The victors persecuted those whom the capital threw out of its seas~: adventurers, acrobats, soldiers. A few families, within the heart of the capital, refused to submit to the orders of denouncement and cruelty~: their children, at night, would flee into the lands, others would embark in subterranean creeks of the south shore, all rallied in the Buxtehude archipelago still inviolate but covered day and night by the shadows of enemy bombers. A young officer from Ecbatane, long despised by headquarters because he wished to hasten the modernization of the army, had fled, the day of surrender, to the Buxtehude archipelago, by means of a diplomatic mission to this allied country. Ecbatane had at once condemned the rebellion of her ambassadeur extraordinaire, who strove to convince the archipelago's government of the necessity and grandeur of his resistance. Buxtehude gave him a room in a sea resort hotel where he hung portraits of his wife and children still in Ecbatane, then a small studio at the national radio from which he broadcast his calls to Ecbatane, exhorting it to resistance, revival, political clarity ; then, at last, he was given some crates of weapons and ramshackle, closed-down barracks. Soon, all of the North, all of the Occident, parts of the Orient, caught fire. Never had the conqueror enough of these fires, to lighten the secret darkness of his soul, nor of blood to mix with his tears. Into humiliated Ecbatane, he came at dawn of the day of surrender, sat down in the gallery of a triumphal arch and watched the city asleep ; his boot scraped the cement, a rat ran under the balustrade, he caught its head under his boot and crushed it, the blood dried with the sharp wind, a bodyguard bent down, wiped with his handkerchief the blood on the boot, took the rat and wrapped it in the handkerchief. The conqueror stroked the knee of the guard who was getting up~: @@ -140,11 +140,11 @@ A young officer from Ecbatane, long despised by headquarters because he wished t Old men, priests, patriots, gave themselves a chief who pleased the conqueror. This chief had once won a great victory by tasting his soldiers' soup. Ecbatane was still trembling with the pleasure of its feasts. Now its poets, its musicians died under the whip, in the forests of the North. The women's deep eyes hardened. -Ecbatane let its old chief talk of tradition and national pride : not long ago it had reinvented universal conscience. From this time dates the rising of a new virtue named common sense, a lessened form of the savage custom. Some poets celebrated the tools : rakes, forks, cattle, people ; oxen were awarded prizes for service to the fatherland, national ribbons were attached to the heaviest ears of wheat ; children who had saved from water or fire brother or grandma, the old chief wished to meet them and reward them : the child was pushed into the waiting room, holding against his chest a small paper flag of which he would say to the chief that he kept it day and night under his shirt, the old man then appeared, kissed the child's forehead, bending down towards him ; next, at a sign of his hand, the aide-de-camp opened a cardboard box, took out a stick as fat as a lollipop, painted with the national colors~: +Ecbatane let its old chief talk of tradition and national pride~: not long ago it had reinvented universal conscience. From this time dates the rising of a new virtue named common sense, a lessened form of the savage custom. Some poets celebrated the tools~: rakes, forks, cattle, people ; oxen were awarded prizes for service to the fatherland, national ribbons were attached to the heaviest ears of wheat ; children who had saved from water or fire brother or grandma, the old chief wished to meet them and reward them~: the child was pushed into the waiting room, holding against his chest a small paper flag of which he would say to the chief that he kept it day and night under his shirt, the old man then appeared, kissed the child's forehead, bending down towards him ; next, at a sign of his hand, the aide-de-camp opened a cardboard box, took out a stick as fat as a lollipop, painted with the national colors~: --- Receive this emblem of my authority, may it grow at the same speed as your courage. -A child, the son of a slave, but freed by a priest who was sodomizing him, as a payment for his generosity was pushed by the priest in front of the chief, and said aloud that the old man smelled of urine : the chief was deaf, he fondled the cheek of the child ; who was given a stick, which he placed at once between his legs~: +A child, the son of a slave, but freed by a priest who was sodomizing him, as a payment for his generosity was pushed by the priest in front of the chief, and said aloud that the old man smelled of urine~: the chief was deaf, he fondled the cheek of the child ; who was given a stick, which he placed at once between his legs~: --- Mine will grow quickly, mister Your Excellency, while yours diminishes in length and power. @@ -206,23 +206,23 @@ The priest goes up to the room, with the child ; squatting in front of the chest The priest bends over the child, but a soldier lifts up his weapon. -The rebel rattles ; three tanks are stopped in front of the garden : the helmeted soldiers play the harmonica under the moonlight, the officer climbs into the turret, the child, remaining below, leans against the tank's caterpillars, the officer, from above the turret, holds out his hand, the child catches it, climbs up, the officer squeezes him against his leg, the tanks move off, they drive along the sea front boulevard, the officer looks at the stars reflected in the tumultuous waters~: +The rebel rattles ; three tanks are stopped in front of the garden~: the helmeted soldiers play the harmonica under the moonlight, the officer climbs into the turret, the child, remaining below, leans against the tank's caterpillars, the officer, from above the turret, holds out his hand, the child catches it, climbs up, the officer squeezes him against his leg, the tanks move off, they drive along the sea front boulevard, the officer looks at the stars reflected in the tumultuous waters~: --- Where did you put your violin~? \noindent and he presses the leather of the suitcase, the child opens it, the violin shines for a moment under the moon, the officer touches it, strokes it, pinches the strings ; a bitch, lying on its side, is suckling its puppies, the tank rolls along and squashes it, the blood spatters the tank's headlights ; in the stairs, A\"{\i}ssa collapses on the steps, a pink foam at the corner of his lips ; a soldier coming up, crushes with his boot the unconscious child's hand opening onto the wood soaked with snow. -At dawn the officer rises, naked, flings back the sheets crossed by a pink gleam ; the child sleeps in front of the door, twisted inside a khaki blanket, head rolling over the suitcase ; the officer walks towards the window, spits his chewing-gum, strokes the lukewarm tiles, lights a cigarette : two women pass, under blue parasols ; the officer whistles, one woman lifts her head, she sees the naked young man sitting on the window sill, the shadow of the smoke on his forehead, the penumbra made by the opposite wall, like a net over the belly and thighs, the officer smiles, pulls out his cigarette, rubs his lip with the thumb ; the two women walk up to a small garden on the terrace, sit down on the chairs wet by dew, one of the women claps her hands : a little girl appears, bare legs under a kind of short tunic spangled with gold, the top of the tunic is damp, the woman touches~: +At dawn the officer rises, naked, flings back the sheets crossed by a pink gleam ; the child sleeps in front of the door, twisted inside a khaki blanket, head rolling over the suitcase ; the officer walks towards the window, spits his chewing-gum, strokes the lukewarm tiles, lights a cigarette~: two women pass, under blue parasols ; the officer whistles, one woman lifts her head, she sees the naked young man sitting on the window sill, the shadow of the smoke on his forehead, the penumbra made by the opposite wall, like a net over the belly and thighs, the officer smiles, pulls out his cigarette, rubs his lip with the thumb ; the two women walk up to a small garden on the terrace, sit down on the chairs wet by dew, one of the women claps her hands~: a little girl appears, bare legs under a kind of short tunic spangled with gold, the top of the tunic is damp, the woman touches~: --- Who beat you and bloodied you~? Oh well then, shut up, bring the coffee and the toasts. -The girl runs away : fresh blood on her throat. \speech{Some little cook must have beaten her because she refused to have sex with him. I encourage those servile couplings.} +The girl runs away~: fresh blood on her throat. \speech{Some little cook must have beaten her because she refused to have sex with him. I encourage those servile couplings.} She lifts again her gaze towards the naked young man, whose buttock almost touches the cool tiles, he smiles, sees the half uncovered breasts of the youngest woman, the glittering drops of dew on the pearly skin, hardened like a beast's skin, the slight down over the upper lip, he searches, with his foot, his sandals made of ass leather, he leans his head a bit, the smoke, blue-tinged by his cigarette's rays, mixes with his lashes, pricks his eyes ; she watches the penis rise over the line of the young man's thighs, she turns her head away, scratches with her nail the trace of a bird's shit on the green table, the umbrella unfurls and rolls along her leg which she uncovers up to the knee with her thumb, she raises her eyes towards the young officer~: --- Day broke this morning earlier and more to the left of the occupying forces' quarter. Do you still love as much lieutenant Ierissos~? One says that he is suspected of having blown up the train from Ouranopolis. -But the chief defends him ; long ago, before the war, the chief saw him, a fancy-dressed child at a laureate's party, he drew him into the garden, made him sit on a stone bench at the edge of the pond, took his feet, kissed them, his lips move up to the knees of the child who blushes behind his collarette : \speech{You're an orphan~? Your father died in the battle where I was in command, your mother in the arms-factory. You'll be a soldier, I want it. I'll give you a slave to bear your armour. Come to my castle. You'll keep a weapon under your mattress.} +But the chief defends him ; long ago, before the war, the chief saw him, a fancy-dressed child at a laureate's party, he drew him into the garden, made him sit on a stone bench at the edge of the pond, took his feet, kissed them, his lips move up to the knees of the child who blushes behind his collarette~: \speech{You're an orphan~? Your father died in the battle where I was in command, your mother in the arms-factory. You'll be a soldier, I want it. I'll give you a slave to bear your armour. Come to my castle. You'll keep a weapon under your mattress.} A jeep takes the child with his luggage, it jumps on the inside courtyard's pavement, the chief's former soldiers, squatting under the French windows, draw themselves up, one of the child's legs hangs out of the jeep, the movement uncovers the penis' down, under the half-open shorts, the chief is standing, he sees, he gulps ; next to him, a boy with a ringed lip bends against the paving his javelin of ash~: @@ -294,7 +294,7 @@ The young guard, straightening up, the penis hardened under the linen, salutes, --- No, she doesn't want to appear undressed before the chief. One says he took little Ierissos to love him, as a consolation for this refusal. He is now in his room, the child is struggling on the bed, nailed like a butterfly. -{\sloppy In the evening, Ierissos, bruised, his cock scorched, rambles through the orchard ; the trees, veiled by the fumes from the manure and rubbish dump, creak under the weight of the fruits. A footstep, he turns back, a woman, tall, radiant --- from a long way off he sees the sadness in her eyes --- comes towards Ierissos ; he wants to hide inside a clump of shrubs, a perfumed hand touches his shoulder and grabs it at once, he lets himself go against the woman's belly and his lips follow, press the throbbings of that belly ; they walk to the orangery, lie down on a litter of warm straw, embrace, drink each other's tears, mingle their saliva ; night climbs upon the greenhouse's panes, a salted breath, coming from the sea, shrouds the greenhouse and the orchard, two guards awake : one of them stands up again on his wooden leg, his back, his loins rub against the French window, a cold sweat wets his forehead like a spittle ; a scar where blood wells up every night, on waking from the reverie, crosses his fair hair, his lips fat and red come unstuck, blood bathes his gums ; he drags himself along on the tiled floor, crosses the courtyard, pushes the door to the dining hall, sits on the bench stained with blood where tufts of cotton are stuck ; upon the whitewashed wall, a large photograph of the chief ; the young guard listens to the noises from the kitchen, the shouts, the laughs, the tears of the slaves, he bends his head against his wrists, his wooden leg runs into a table, blood trickles among his hair, bites at his forehead ; other guards push the door, sit down, get up, walk into the kitchens, fondle the slaves, tuck up their dresses or unbutton their shorts, rub themselves against the hips, the loins, twist the slaves' arms, burn them with boiling water, strike them, pull them around with the ladles and the rolling pins ; inside the dining hall, the blond guard holds his head in his fists, a slave from the kitchen, through the guards, brings him a plateful of meat and cabbage, her hand lingers on the wood of the table ; the guard takes it, strokes it, his eyes move towards the slave's face~: \par} +{\sloppy In the evening, Ierissos, bruised, his cock scorched, rambles through the orchard ; the trees, veiled by the fumes from the manure and rubbish dump, creak under the weight of the fruits. A footstep, he turns back, a woman, tall, radiant --- from a long way off he sees the sadness in her eyes --- comes towards Ierissos ; he wants to hide inside a clump of shrubs, a perfumed hand touches his shoulder and grabs it at once, he lets himself go against the woman's belly and his lips follow, press the throbbings of that belly ; they walk to the orangery, lie down on a litter of warm straw, embrace, drink each other's tears, mingle their saliva ; night climbs upon the greenhouse's panes, a salted breath, coming from the sea, shrouds the greenhouse and the orchard, two guards awake~: one of them stands up again on his wooden leg, his back, his loins rub against the French window, a cold sweat wets his forehead like a spittle ; a scar where blood wells up every night, on waking from the reverie, crosses his fair hair, his lips fat and red come unstuck, blood bathes his gums ; he drags himself along on the tiled floor, crosses the courtyard, pushes the door to the dining hall, sits on the bench stained with blood where tufts of cotton are stuck ; upon the whitewashed wall, a large photograph of the chief ; the young guard listens to the noises from the kitchen, the shouts, the laughs, the tears of the slaves, he bends his head against his wrists, his wooden leg runs into a table, blood trickles among his hair, bites at his forehead ; other guards push the door, sit down, get up, walk into the kitchens, fondle the slaves, tuck up their dresses or unbutton their shorts, rub themselves against the hips, the loins, twist the slaves' arms, burn them with boiling water, strike them, pull them around with the ladles and the rolling pins ; inside the dining hall, the blond guard holds his head in his fists, a slave from the kitchen, through the guards, brings him a plateful of meat and cabbage, her hand lingers on the wood of the table ; the guard takes it, strokes it, his eyes move towards the slave's face~: \par} --- My leg hurts tonight. I want to die. @@ -316,7 +316,7 @@ The guard takes the slave's shoulder, presses his lips on the wound and sucks th Inside the orangerie, beneath the panes of glass which sparkle like ice, the Queen of the Night, kneeling, her hands clinging to Ierissos' knees~: ---- Kill me, kill the slaves in this castle, release me, release them, little slave without a ring, with naked lips. He took me from the Opera house where I was singing, his soldiers drank and raped on the bloodstained snow, illuminated by the lights of the Opera, they throw shreds of raw meat at the high shutters, he catches my hand ; the soldiers share between them the little dancers and the assistant stagehands ; the whole city is ablaze, the soldiers throw the king's dead body out of the window ; the prince, in pyjamas, they crush him inside his bed, strangle him with the bars of pink wood, quarter him at the four corners of the nursery. Since two years I've been resisting him, I cannot go out during daytime ; at night I wander, barefooted, on the glittering pebbles, he attacks me, he grips me, my eyes flash with anger, then he lets me go, he runs to the dormitories, wakes a sleeping slave with a blow of his heel, drags her, all the way to his room, he lies upon: her, he strangles her with his fingers, he opens the window on the icy wind, he throws his hands into the tumultuous darkness : \speech{See these hands, you just died, strangled.} +--- Kill me, kill the slaves in this castle, release me, release them, little slave without a ring, with naked lips. He took me from the Opera house where I was singing, his soldiers drank and raped on the bloodstained snow, illuminated by the lights of the Opera, they throw shreds of raw meat at the high shutters, he catches my hand ; the soldiers share between them the little dancers and the assistant stagehands ; the whole city is ablaze, the soldiers throw the king's dead body out of the window ; the prince, in pyjamas, they crush him inside his bed, strangle him with the bars of pink wood, quarter him at the four corners of the nursery. Since two years I've been resisting him, I cannot go out during daytime ; at night I wander, barefooted, on the glittering pebbles, he attacks me, he grips me, my eyes flash with anger, then he lets me go, he runs to the dormitories, wakes a sleeping slave with a blow of his heel, drags her, all the way to his room, he lies upon: her, he strangles her with his fingers, he opens the window on the icy wind, he throws his hands into the tumultuous darkness~: \speech{See these hands, you just died, strangled.} The wind shrouds the dead body of the slave on the ravaged bed ; I wander through the orchard, my lips sparkling under the moonlight, happy from having set free both a body and a heart. He, he calls his guards, has the corpse dumped into the rubbish and goes to bed ; goddess I am for whom a man sacrifices, wounding, killing the victim like he would kill the god ; to me, like to the god this sacrifice gives pleasure, by setting free one companion to my solitude. Kill me, kill, with your hands, with your foot, or your teeth. In the middle of the night, he rises, he prowls along my door ; women flee ; well then he rushes into the courtyard ; the buckle of his washed-out belt sparkles on his hip, his open shirt is lifted by the wind, he goes downstairs to the kitchens, gets caught in the alcoves' curtains, makes his way, stooping, in the darkness, gropes, touches the paillasses where sleep, naked or entangled in the aprons, the kitchen boys, the young cooks ; his hand seizes a foot, the leg, moves up the thigh, takes hold of the cock, the boy awakens, sits up, shrinks back towards the top end of the paillasse, but the chief pulls on his cock, holds the boy back sitting in the middle of the paillasse~: @@ -329,9 +329,9 @@ Ierissos pushes back the Queen of the Night, she grabs his wrists, squeezes them --- The ring of the Queen of the Night. -The guard leads Ierissos by the hand, they go to the kitchens, raise the alcove curtain, the guard awakens the slave ; inside the linen room, there sleeps Bactriane, whom Ierissos awakens ; the blond guard gets out a jeep, he and Ierissos lift the body of the Queen of the Night ; the guard knocks down a little door at the lower end of the orchard, the jeep jumps forward then slows down, at dawn, on the sand ; on the back seat, Bactriane and the slave are wiping the face of the Queen of the Night ; Ierissos runs towards the surf, dips his handkerchief in the rosy foam, Bactriane takes it, lays it down on the Queen of the Night's brow ; the blond guard is sleeping, his head leaning on the steering wheel ; a party of children, half-naked, are asleep against the barrier of seaweed ; at the summit of the cape, gunshots : former soldiers of Ecbatane were continuing the fight, two years after the war had ended, but this time, against those who then governed Ecbatane and whom the war had not moved away from power : these soldiers had expected to destroy the interior enemy by destroying the exterior one ; most of them were former slaves or sons of slaves, the present government of Ecbatane had not wished to abolish slavery. +The guard leads Ierissos by the hand, they go to the kitchens, raise the alcove curtain, the guard awakens the slave ; inside the linen room, there sleeps Bactriane, whom Ierissos awakens ; the blond guard gets out a jeep, he and Ierissos lift the body of the Queen of the Night ; the guard knocks down a little door at the lower end of the orchard, the jeep jumps forward then slows down, at dawn, on the sand ; on the back seat, Bactriane and the slave are wiping the face of the Queen of the Night ; Ierissos runs towards the surf, dips his handkerchief in the rosy foam, Bactriane takes it, lays it down on the Queen of the Night's brow ; the blond guard is sleeping, his head leaning on the steering wheel ; a party of children, half-naked, are asleep against the barrier of seaweed ; at the summit of the cape, gunshots~: former soldiers of Ecbatane were continuing the fight, two years after the war had ended, but this time, against those who then governed Ecbatane and whom the war had not moved away from power~: these soldiers had expected to destroy the interior enemy by destroying the exterior one ; most of them were former slaves or sons of slaves, the present government of Ecbatane had not wished to abolish slavery. -These soldiers lived on the Leuctres promontory ; neither the army, nor the government, nor the civilians, dared to besiege them : often they came down into Ecbatane, marched through the city, armed, decorated, the police would draw aside, the civilians applaud, the women quiver, the children follow shouting or silent. Ierissos, the two slaves and the blond guard drive up to Leuctres : the children of soldiers throw flowers on the jeep's bonnet. +These soldiers lived on the Leuctres promontory ; neither the army, nor the government, nor the civilians, dared to besiege them~: often they came down into Ecbatane, marched through the city, armed, decorated, the police would draw aside, the civilians applaud, the women quiver, the children follow shouting or silent. Ierissos, the two slaves and the blond guard drive up to Leuctres~: the children of soldiers throw flowers on the jeep's bonnet. Several times, the chief comes to visit Ierissos in Leuctres, Ierissos wears on his finger the ring of the Queen of the Night. Now a young man, Ierissos comes down to Ecbatane, the chief appoints him lieutenant. All the chief's slaves are dead when Ierissos enters the castle again ; skeletons crouching, lying, leaning against the corner-posts, a whip wound around the bone of the neck, a dagger stuck into the jaw. Ierissos walks through the orchard, pushes the door of the orangerie, squats down, his lips alight on the place of mud floor where the Queen of the Night fell, sand covers the panes of glass ; at each breathing of the sea, the door, pushed by the wind, opens or closes ; the chief is waiting in the inside courtyard, he tramples the skeletons underfoot. Ierissos, sitting on the stone bench, his head under the powdery palms, turns the ring around his finger ; an apple, which he tears open, has the taste of blood, he strokes the down on his upper lip ; he hums a tune to be sung over water, which Bactriane learnt from the Queen of the Night, one evening when Bactriane, hunted by the guards, had taken refuge inside her bedroom. The chief moves forward, he scatters some small branches, his boots squash the rotten apples. Leuctres, abandoned, children there play war ; for a time, Leuctres opened its gates to runaway slaves, to raped orphans, and closed itself upon them, Ecbatane had mellowed. Those from Leuctres used to eat together, in summer on the square at the end of the cape, in winter in an ancient deconsecrated church, under the boat's framework ; all came to the table, even the new-born. Foreign reporters went up to Leuctres to take photographs of the horde ; the blond guard lived with the slave in a wooden house ; all night, he writhed and moaned on the bed, in daytime he would get into the jeep, stop it at the edge of the cape and watch the sea, caressing absentmindedly the children who came up and touched his wooden leg ; the murmur of the city, if the wind brought it to his ears, would make the foam spout up to his lips, he then moved his hand everywhere on his body, as though a hand, a whip, were striking him. @@ -339,11 +339,11 @@ One afternoon, he threw the jeep on the rocks down below, died with his head cru The chief sits beside Ierissos~: ---- Only one little girl-slave remained faithful to me. I've been forgotten by Ecbatane. Wait a short time and you will call me back again ; those from the North will bring out the weapons from the ice, children, women are quenching the bullets, wetting the incandescent steel of their cannons. Here, women drag their long dresses on the limousines' running boards, at Ecbatane's racecourse, buy little slaves for their idle sons. Presently, markets are held on the estuary banks, many Asians bought by the Northern merchants and sold at the frontier towns of Ecbatane ; they are chained and lying inside the barracks and aircraft hangars built towards the end of the war ; the merchants sell them at low prices, in families : a complete family for the city latrines ; the wife at the till, the man helped by his boys, cleans the cesspools, and the girls, the tiles ; a complete family for the State sculptor ; another one for the school, the masters inebriate the whole family in front of the children to make them sick for ever of wine and drunkenness ; another school, where the headmaster, under the influence of a Northern doctrine, gives to his pupils lessons of sexual education : one man then pushes one of those families on the platform, one forces the father to mate with his wife, the father with his daughter, the daughter with her brother ; then, to make clear the ugliness of unnatural couplings, the father with his boys, those same boys together then with their mother, at last, the mother with her daughters and those same daughters together ; the master touches the copulating bodies, sweating, taut, with his ruler, explains the movements, makes warnings ; catches on the tip of that ruler a drop of semen or sperm, and has the ruler passed among the rows. +--- Only one little girl-slave remained faithful to me. I've been forgotten by Ecbatane. Wait a short time and you will call me back again ; those from the North will bring out the weapons from the ice, children, women are quenching the bullets, wetting the incandescent steel of their cannons. Here, women drag their long dresses on the limousines' running boards, at Ecbatane's racecourse, buy little slaves for their idle sons. Presently, markets are held on the estuary banks, many Asians bought by the Northern merchants and sold at the frontier towns of Ecbatane ; they are chained and lying inside the barracks and aircraft hangars built towards the end of the war ; the merchants sell them at low prices, in families~: a complete family for the city latrines ; the wife at the till, the man helped by his boys, cleans the cesspools, and the girls, the tiles ; a complete family for the State sculptor ; another one for the school, the masters inebriate the whole family in front of the children to make them sick for ever of wine and drunkenness ; another school, where the headmaster, under the influence of a Northern doctrine, gives to his pupils lessons of sexual education~: one man then pushes one of those families on the platform, one forces the father to mate with his wife, the father with his daughter, the daughter with her brother ; then, to make clear the ugliness of unnatural couplings, the father with his boys, those same boys together then with their mother, at last, the mother with her daughters and those same daughters together ; the master touches the copulating bodies, sweating, taut, with his ruler, explains the movements, makes warnings ; catches on the tip of that ruler a drop of semen or sperm, and has the ruler passed among the rows. {\sloppy Back in tumultuous Ecbatane, the city crammed with slaves, where entire families are preparing to flee, the chief is applauded along the large central avenues ; his car advances slowly, he holds Ierissos' wrist ; the bonnet shines, fawn-coloured and blue in the twilight ; newspapers thrown, waved by the little slaves are filled with disquieting threats ; the surge of Asian slaves pointed to a star-shaped thrust by the Northern armies. Ecbatane linked by multiple alliances to countries coveted by the master of the North, slackly gets prepared for a war it deems imaginary, being too foreseeable and which it pushes away to some distant future ; the time of peace had taken the reality of a dream, Ecbatane, strong with its thousands of slaves, by them put to sleep, softened by the excessive use it made on them of its desires and its cruelties, reassured and stupefied by their flattery and their dangerous faithfulness, Ecbatane watches those newspapers and passes and withdraws in the autumn mist, knees suddenly pierced by their fear, amongst the crowd of its innocent slaves. \par} -At dawn, while the State surrenders to the chief, Ierissos walking under the porch of the government palace, between the sleepy sentinels, looks up towards the second floor window, still lit up ; the chief appears, sees Ierissos, smiles, Ierissos kisses his fingers. After the deliberations, the chief drags the defunct government towards the canteen of the hospital adjacent to the ministry ; a slave serves them, Ierissos appears, the slave gives him a glass of scalding hot coffee, Ierissos takes it between his fingers, the steam soaks his face, he shakes his other hand, lifts the glass to his lips ; through the steam, he sees the face of the young slave, the top of her blouse wet with spatters of coffee and jam, the silver ring sealed into the upper lip, Bactriane comes behind him, strokes his shoulders ; in the shade of the door, young soldiers, head bandaged, pyjamas half-open, get out of their bed, drag themselves along to the vestibule, lean against the wall, call Bactriane, their forearms throwing off the bandages and the bloody dressings, uttering little soft moans, foam on their lips and cheeks covered with night scabs : dribble, tears, snot ; Bactriane returns to the corridor, she takes the young soldiers one by one and brings them back to bed ; Ierissos, drinking the glass of coffee, looks at the young slave, who is wiping the glasses, she lifts her lowered eyes, black, when the line of the glass hides Ierissos' eyes ; Ierissos gives back the glass, the young slave shakes the cloth, takes the glass, her fingers touch lightly the marks upon the glass of Ierissos' fingers ; above the table, a large photograph of the chief ; Ierissos watches the young slave ; she puts the glass, unwiped, inside the front pocket of her apron, Ierissos, turned towards the chief, listens to threats, regrets, fears, decisions of truces and defence tactics ; the young slave continues serving, Ierissos comes back to the place where he drank, he bends towards the slave, his fingers tremble over the icy tablecloth where weaving points of light sparkle like crystals~: +At dawn, while the State surrenders to the chief, Ierissos walking under the porch of the government palace, between the sleepy sentinels, looks up towards the second floor window, still lit up ; the chief appears, sees Ierissos, smiles, Ierissos kisses his fingers. After the deliberations, the chief drags the defunct government towards the canteen of the hospital adjacent to the ministry ; a slave serves them, Ierissos appears, the slave gives him a glass of scalding hot coffee, Ierissos takes it between his fingers, the steam soaks his face, he shakes his other hand, lifts the glass to his lips ; through the steam, he sees the face of the young slave, the top of her blouse wet with spatters of coffee and jam, the silver ring sealed into the upper lip, Bactriane comes behind him, strokes his shoulders ; in the shade of the door, young soldiers, head bandaged, pyjamas half-open, get out of their bed, drag themselves along to the vestibule, lean against the wall, call Bactriane, their forearms throwing off the bandages and the bloody dressings, uttering little soft moans, foam on their lips and cheeks covered with night scabs~: dribble, tears, snot ; Bactriane returns to the corridor, she takes the young soldiers one by one and brings them back to bed ; Ierissos, drinking the glass of coffee, looks at the young slave, who is wiping the glasses, she lifts her lowered eyes, black, when the line of the glass hides Ierissos' eyes ; Ierissos gives back the glass, the young slave shakes the cloth, takes the glass, her fingers touch lightly the marks upon the glass of Ierissos' fingers ; above the table, a large photograph of the chief ; Ierissos watches the young slave ; she puts the glass, unwiped, inside the front pocket of her apron, Ierissos, turned towards the chief, listens to threats, regrets, fears, decisions of truces and defence tactics ; the young slave continues serving, Ierissos comes back to the place where he drank, he bends towards the slave, his fingers tremble over the icy tablecloth where weaving points of light sparkle like crystals~: --- What's your name~? @@ -373,7 +373,7 @@ Inside the car, next to the sleeping chief, his black hat tipped back over his f --- And nevertheless, that enemy, I've beaten him. -Ierissos turns his head, wipes the vapour on the back window ; the child is running, dancing, the blood streaming on his chest, covering the navel ; the driver sees him in the rearview mirror ; the chief falls asleep again, Ierissos looks at the driver's shiny nape, a cross is drawn there, half hidden under the scarf ; the car slows down, the child overtakes it, his bloody hand trails along the window ; the driver opens his door, slams it, the child jumps on the footpath ; the driver speeds up, he sees the cross of blood on Ierissos' window, he throws the car straight at the child, who collapses, his leg caught, the right front wheel crushes his head, skids on the macadam ; the chief, woken up, holds with both hands the back of the front seat, a bit of foam is wetting his chin ; Ierissos opens the door, he springs forward, he squats down next to the child, pulls the head clear, the shoulderbones recede and come together around the top of the neck ; the car backs, the driver, his head buried in the sleeves of his coat, his untied scarf hanging from the steering wheel, is shaking : Ierissos takes the body in his arms and flees. +Ierissos turns his head, wipes the vapour on the back window ; the child is running, dancing, the blood streaming on his chest, covering the navel ; the driver sees him in the rearview mirror ; the chief falls asleep again, Ierissos looks at the driver's shiny nape, a cross is drawn there, half hidden under the scarf ; the car slows down, the child overtakes it, his bloody hand trails along the window ; the driver opens his door, slams it, the child jumps on the footpath ; the driver speeds up, he sees the cross of blood on Ierissos' window, he throws the car straight at the child, who collapses, his leg caught, the right front wheel crushes his head, skids on the macadam ; the chief, woken up, holds with both hands the back of the front seat, a bit of foam is wetting his chin ; Ierissos opens the door, he springs forward, he squats down next to the child, pulls the head clear, the shoulderbones recede and come together around the top of the neck ; the car backs, the driver, his head buried in the sleeves of his coat, his untied scarf hanging from the steering wheel, is shaking~: Ierissos takes the body in his arms and flees. In the evening~: @@ -381,11 +381,11 @@ In the evening~: --- No ; after every one of his flights, he comes back to me more docile, more craving for tradition, for affection and his cheek and his shoulder taste of wind. Let him run and the sweat cover his brow, and the frost harden his lips, his fingers and his cock, then Spring soften his skin. -The enemy enters Ecbatane. Ierissos, having come down from Leuctres to the district of the slaves, stops one evening in front of a shack and hears the call of that officer who fled to Buxtehude : the voice calls to resistance those same ones whom Leuctres, not long ago, sheltered at last behind its palisades~: +The enemy enters Ecbatane. Ierissos, having come down from Leuctres to the district of the slaves, stops one evening in front of a shack and hears the call of that officer who fled to Buxtehude~: the voice calls to resistance those same ones whom Leuctres, not long ago, sheltered at last behind its palisades~: --- This fight against an enemy able to enslave your masters, win it with me. Thus you shall deliver your children from a deeper servitude, and your masters liberated by you, I shall oblige them to set you all free. -Ierissos comes in, he sees the slaves sitting down around the radio. A stroke of sunlight illuminates the upper part of Leuctres, the points of the palisades, the ash of the burnt down stakes ; enemy riders are galloping along the shore, the horses' hooves stamp, trample the bodies of the young rebels shot during the night ; they ride up the sandhill, gallop through the outlying districts' alleys, trample the children squatting down in the sand playing at knucklebones ; a rider's helmet, bloody, rolls on the sand ; the rider jumps off, the bolting horse continues into the scuffle ; the rider, helmet in hand, runs behind the platoon, which disappears under the gates of Ecbatane, in a veil of red sand and stirred up turds ; the slaves come out of the huts, pull their children, fondle their pounded limbs ; one of them kisses his child's jaw, widened by a hoof, the child groans, his toes turned up ; Ierissos, his uniform in tatters, runs after a child, who, his ear ripped off, and the teeth smashed inside the mouth, flees, runs up the hill of Leuctres ; Ierissos seizes him by the shoulders, brings him back to his hut ; he goes out into the small garden, a hanging sheet slides across his face, the soap pricks his eyes ; two tanks are patrolling along the shore, they drive up the sandhill, the caterpillar tracks tear off the brooms and the tree stumps ; the turret turns, the hail of bullets riddles the surf then the upper part of Leuctres where a parachute is tearing on a palisade : the rebel runs among the ruins, his hand turns on the ashen stakes ; Ierissos returns to the hut ; two of the chief's slaves knock at the door : the mother hides her pounded children inside the alcove, Ierissos opens the door~: +Ierissos comes in, he sees the slaves sitting down around the radio. A stroke of sunlight illuminates the upper part of Leuctres, the points of the palisades, the ash of the burnt down stakes ; enemy riders are galloping along the shore, the horses' hooves stamp, trample the bodies of the young rebels shot during the night ; they ride up the sandhill, gallop through the outlying districts' alleys, trample the children squatting down in the sand playing at knucklebones ; a rider's helmet, bloody, rolls on the sand ; the rider jumps off, the bolting horse continues into the scuffle ; the rider, helmet in hand, runs behind the platoon, which disappears under the gates of Ecbatane, in a veil of red sand and stirred up turds ; the slaves come out of the huts, pull their children, fondle their pounded limbs ; one of them kisses his child's jaw, widened by a hoof, the child groans, his toes turned up ; Ierissos, his uniform in tatters, runs after a child, who, his ear ripped off, and the teeth smashed inside the mouth, flees, runs up the hill of Leuctres ; Ierissos seizes him by the shoulders, brings him back to his hut ; he goes out into the small garden, a hanging sheet slides across his face, the soap pricks his eyes ; two tanks are patrolling along the shore, they drive up the sandhill, the caterpillar tracks tear off the brooms and the tree stumps ; the turret turns, the hail of bullets riddles the surf then the upper part of Leuctres where a parachute is tearing on a palisade~: the rebel runs among the ruins, his hand turns on the ashen stakes ; Ierissos returns to the hut ; two of the chief's slaves knock at the door~: the mother hides her pounded children inside the alcove, Ierissos opens the door~: --- The chief wants to know if you are in good health. @@ -395,9 +395,9 @@ And the slave grabs Ierissos' penis, Ierissos steps back, pulls away the slave's Both slaves walk out. They return to Ecbatane, the one who touched Ierissos opens his hand under the chief's lips. -Ierissos, that afternoon, and until night, raises a secret army of slaves : one of them swims all the way to Buxtehude, he comes back, passes through the hail of bullets, collapses, dripping wet, on Ierissos' straw mattress ; in his closed hand, a crumpled sheet of paper covered with orders and promises of weapons. +Ierissos, that afternoon, and until night, raises a secret army of slaves~: one of them swims all the way to Buxtehude, he comes back, passes through the hail of bullets, collapses, dripping wet, on Ierissos' straw mattress ; in his closed hand, a crumpled sheet of paper covered with orders and promises of weapons. -Little by little, the slaves get organized into platoons : tanks are set on fire, armouries explode, the free young rebels are reluctant, at the beginning, to fight on the slaves' side, they complain, at night, lying in the temporary quarters, about the smell, the clumsiness, the boisterousness of those slaves of obscure and remote origin. +Little by little, the slaves get organized into platoons~: tanks are set on fire, armouries explode, the free young rebels are reluctant, at the beginning, to fight on the slaves' side, they complain, at night, lying in the temporary quarters, about the smell, the clumsiness, the boisterousness of those slaves of obscure and remote origin. Ierissos appears one evening in the chief's room, a valet is bending over the chief sitting at his illuminated desk, his wrist overlaid with State papers ; Ierissos steps forward, the chief half turns back on his seat, chases the valet away with a punch on the thigh, sits up straight again ; Ierissos comes closer, the chief takes his thigh~: @@ -407,7 +407,7 @@ He closes his hands on Ierissos' ear~: --- My legs are getting weak, I don't have the strength anymore to make them hard against the washbasin. -The valet prepares the bedside table : the phials, the sachets, the syringes, the boxes of cotton wool. Ierissos sits down on the sofa, the chief holds his thigh~: +The valet prepares the bedside table~: the phials, the sachets, the syringes, the boxes of cotton wool. Ierissos sits down on the sofa, the chief holds his thigh~: --- Alone, I know how to resist the enemy, but my government at night or during my nap, signs provisional treaties which I am obliged to endorse. In this room, where I replan my battles, neither of those, enemies from the outside, enemies from the inside, can enter. I have a dog, given to me by peasants whose herds and tools I blessed, I stick little messages under his belly ; one day, I shall let him loose, the orders shall be issued, I too shall have blown up trains and bridges. See this dog, the peasants wanted to offer me a bitch, I asked for a male. Chto. At night I wake him up, I catch, still lying, his snout between my fists, his eyes glow, his belly which I press keeps my secret, his tongue softens my wrist, my lips. It is Ecbatane looking at me and quivering under my hand, eager for freedom. @@ -419,7 +419,7 @@ Two women are slowly walking from the bottom of the street where the gall and bl --- Yes, your Highness. -The two veiled women go before Ierissos into the small staircase ; the fingers on the hand rail, intertwine with the roses ; one of the women turns her head, a rose gets caught in her hair on the temple ; the hand of the princess holds the hand of the young woman, squeezes the phalanxes, bends back the nails, stretches the skin, pinches the veins ; Ierissos touches the hip of the young woman above him ; on the top of the stairs, two slaves leaning against the dripping stones, are closing their shirts ; rain is running along the muscles of their necks : \speech{To bed, now}, pricking their chest with the tip of the folded umbrella ; the slaves move on, both women enter a veranda, fifteen meters high ; the pillars are of bronze, the panes of glass painted at mid-height ; two fir trees planted in two stone jars rise up to the dome topped by chimes ; in the intertwined branches, Ierissos sees broken toys, shreds of shorts and shirts, straps, tommy gun magazines, teeth necklaces ; at once, a multitude of slaves, men and women, boys and girls, spring into the veranda, arms filled with flowers, fruits, cold meats~: +The two veiled women go before Ierissos into the small staircase ; the fingers on the hand rail, intertwine with the roses ; one of the women turns her head, a rose gets caught in her hair on the temple ; the hand of the princess holds the hand of the young woman, squeezes the phalanxes, bends back the nails, stretches the skin, pinches the veins ; Ierissos touches the hip of the young woman above him ; on the top of the stairs, two slaves leaning against the dripping stones, are closing their shirts ; rain is running along the muscles of their necks~: \speech{To bed, now}, pricking their chest with the tip of the folded umbrella ; the slaves move on, both women enter a veranda, fifteen meters high ; the pillars are of bronze, the panes of glass painted at mid-height ; two fir trees planted in two stone jars rise up to the dome topped by chimes ; in the intertwined branches, Ierissos sees broken toys, shreds of shorts and shirts, straps, tommy gun magazines, teeth necklaces ; at once, a multitude of slaves, men and women, boys and girls, spring into the veranda, arms filled with flowers, fruits, cold meats~: --- Today I am receiving for lunch the field officers and princes of the occupying Army. I want to show them the riches of Ecbatane. The chief did not accept to take part in the banquet, he prefers his stew and his mineral water. Are you staying here for the day, Ierissos~? All those slaves annoy me with their smell. Those fir trees, the Prince would bring them back to me from a Northern forest, with their birds and their squirrels caught in the net. You were just born. The war was made by rats. A bubble of mud, a dead man. The Prince threw himself in my arms, upon his eyebrows were running the insects of the Night, on his forehead I fondle the mark of his driving cap's peak. All the slaves have died at war ; then, winter dispatching the wounded and the madmen back to their homes, the gates of the palaces and the villas open up. Every night I dance, and by day, on the phone, joyous under the furs of my bed, I make my lovers suffer. The prince nails his butterflies. We live in peace with the republic. Sit down. I'm coming back. @@ -441,7 +441,7 @@ The slave remains still, the unfolded sheet on her arms, I get up, I catch her b I turn the slave's arm, the princess catches the slit with her teeth, nibbles the flesh, the slave, sitting at the edge of the bed, her dress sunken between her thighs, her hands clasped over the navel, her neck squeezed by the princess' wrist, looks at me ; the princess' foam wets the shoulder, the dress' cloth in the back and above the breasts ; then the teeth bite, the slave brings her shoulder back against her cheek, her hair spread over the sheets, blood spurts on the princess' gums; the slave's belly, tense, grows hollow, her hands open, move up along the chest ; the princess throws the upper part of the slave's body against her breasts, still biting the shoulder, her teeth clenched under the muscle and pulling it like the string of a bow, the slave bites her lips, her head falls backward uncovering the breasts bathed in sweat and pink blood ; she screams, her hands rush forward then bend back over her belly, the uncovered knees shine, wet with sweat running down the legs, to the feet ; the dress sticks to the body, swells at the places that remained dry ; I stroke the princess' brow, her eyebrows spattered with blood, her eyelids, the princess unclenches her teeth, she releases the slave's neck, she tilts her head back on the pillow, the pink sweat wets the pillow against the cheeks and the hair ; the slave remains sitting at the edge of the bed, I take her by the head, lift her up, my hands slip on the soaked, gluey dress, the slave covers her wound with her hand, sits up, I push her towards the door ; she leans her back to the wall, her shoulder above a vase full of green water and filaments of rotted flowers ; I go back towards the bed, I pick up the sheet, I fold it, I bring it to the slave, the blood from the wound streams on the vase's rim, flows down, touches the water, veils it with scarlet ; I lay the sheet upon the slave's able arm, I open the door, I drag the slave into the corridor then abandon her ; at the moment when I pass through the door again, she attacks me, bites my arm, holds it clenched between her broken teeth ; I cover my mouth, the tears spurt down on my wrist, roll along my nostrils ; the slave unclenches her teeth, spits my blood and flees, the unrolled sheet dragging behind upon the carpet. -When again I bend over the princess, she smells, she sees the blood on my arm, she catches my wrist, she pulls it, she puts her lips on the wound, sucks up the blood while drawing the flesh apart with her tongue and her teeth ; I lie down by her side, she continues to suck the wound, the slave's dried-up blood crumbles on her eyelids, her eyes are closed, her head tilted on the pillow ; my blood is running inside her chest, mixing with hers ; I want it back ; she loves that slave blood ; men too, the blood and the semen from the slaves ; slaves, the loss of our blood and of our semen, dispossesses us, tears us away for a while, from our condition of slave ; they fecundate, they revive a free body, for us a thing unknown. You, free men, you love to drink the blood, and receive the semen of the slaves ; then, penetrated to the very bottom of the soul, by an ancient fire : liberty through submission to the forces of heaven, shivering, chilled by your solitude, to those slaves lying against you insensitive to the forces of earth, inside their flank, you inject your poisonous semen ; or else, for fun, and you make us die, we who are already dead. +When again I bend over the princess, she smells, she sees the blood on my arm, she catches my wrist, she pulls it, she puts her lips on the wound, sucks up the blood while drawing the flesh apart with her tongue and her teeth ; I lie down by her side, she continues to suck the wound, the slave's dried-up blood crumbles on her eyelids, her eyes are closed, her head tilted on the pillow ; my blood is running inside her chest, mixing with hers ; I want it back ; she loves that slave blood ; men too, the blood and the semen from the slaves ; slaves, the loss of our blood and of our semen, dispossesses us, tears us away for a while, from our condition of slave ; they fecundate, they revive a free body, for us a thing unknown. You, free men, you love to drink the blood, and receive the semen of the slaves ; then, penetrated to the very bottom of the soul, by an ancient fire~: liberty through submission to the forces of heaven, shivering, chilled by your solitude, to those slaves lying against you insensitive to the forces of earth, inside their flank, you inject your poisonous semen ; or else, for fun, and you make us die, we who are already dead. The princess returns, sits next to Ierissos ; the slaves run ; some of them, their hair, shoulders and knees streaming, stand leaning against the wall, uncork bottles stuck between their thighs, shorts spattered with wine and wax ; women are laying the table, their children hanging to their blouses ; A young slave, arms filled with bottles and flasks of hydromel, pushes with his foot the door of the veranda looking onto the wine cellar's yard, his knees over which the breeches are tucked up, are bleeding, the rain veils the blood ; the princess, whose hand is resting on Ierissos' thigh and whose hair touches the young man's, sees the bloody knees, she quivers, she stiffens her finger pointing at the ground, the slave comes forward ; the princess catches his leg, he loses balance, the bottles shatter on the tiled floor, the flying glass wounds the naked legs of the small children ; the slave standing, hands open on his hips, bends his head, the princess pulls at the leg from behind the knee, the slave advances further, the princess throws her mouth on the wound, nibbles the bone, licks the blood on the leg, lifts the foot to her lips, licks the blood gathered on the toe ; the slave, standing on one toe, holds to the back of the sofa ; the princess' hands envelop his foot. @@ -449,7 +449,7 @@ Ierissos stays silent, bending over Mantinee and stroking her hair. The slaves p --- As you see, blood, even the vilest, stifles my melancholy. When their blood spurts no more, when they wander, in the Palace, in the gardens, again it grips me, it shatters my bones, I get up, I follow the slaves, I disturb their works so that they hurt themselves ; I give a small knife to a squatting child, a needle or scissors to a little girl sitting at my feet. Animals' blood fills me with horror. -At dawn I rise, I awaken Mantinee ; we walk out into Ecbatane ; in the streets I bend my body creased by the night, over the streams of blood : from slaves or rebels killed during the night I take blood within my open hands and I drink it, Mantinee quivering at the footpath's edge and looking away ; the gush from the trucks soaks my dress, freezes my forehead and underneath, the fever that makes it bulge. +At dawn I rise, I awaken Mantinee ; we walk out into Ecbatane ; in the streets I bend my body creased by the night, over the streams of blood~: from slaves or rebels killed during the night I take blood within my open hands and I drink it, Mantinee quivering at the footpath's edge and looking away ; the gush from the trucks soaks my dress, freezes my forehead and underneath, the fever that makes it bulge. Back inside the Palace, I go to bed and close my mouth over the blood I drank, until evening. @@ -465,7 +465,7 @@ A slave, arriving from the kitchens, bends and whispers in the princess' ear: --- Well then, bring his things and throw them in the fir tree. -The slave leaves then comes back, he holds in his arms the little slave's playsuit and his toys : a boat made of bark and a top ; the princess fondles them~: +The slave leaves then comes back, he holds in his arms the little slave's playsuit and his toys~: a boat made of bark and a top ; the princess fondles them~: --- It smells of milk. Horror for me, the blood drinker. @@ -473,7 +473,7 @@ And the slave throws them in the fir tree. Mantinee, standing behind the princess, watches Ierissos whose fingers are trembling over a half eaten quail's head ; Ierissos looks up, smiles, his teeth grind the head, the eye sockets, the skull, the cheeks ; the princess sees Ierissos smile to Mantinee, she continues to speak to the field officer facing her, but in the evening, when Ierissos has gone back to Leuctres, she throws herself on Mantinee, she hits her with her fists and tramples her on the tiled floor ; then, seeing her injured, beaten up, unconscious, she drinks the blood wherever it spurts and covers the body with her hands, her tears, her hair. -At dawn, alone she goes to drink the blood, along the footpaths ; she prowls around the slaughterhouses, not to watch the blood of the beasts, but only to see if those who kill them hurt themselves with their knives ; then, she crosses the paved yards, her dress trails in the blood, swells around her loins, in the sharp wind, catches a heap of severed heads : sheep, pigs, calves, horses, the heads collapse, rats come out of them, their fur bloody ; the princess whose knees are weakening, pulls her dress, gets her foot caught in a rail ; young men, leaning against a tip wagon, are cutting, against their chest, sweetcorn pancakes ; the princess watches the knife cut through the bread and stop on the thumb ; she enters the central building, the animals' cries make the windows shake ; the princess makes her way between the tip wagons ; the apprentices walk in the pools of blood, pat their bloody hair ; one of them bears on his cheek the mark of a kid's foot ; on the tiling water gushes out from under the cubicles' dividing walls, carries shreds and shit ; two apprentices are fighting under the meat hooks, shaken, the hooks jingle ; the princess lifts the curtains of the cubicles where apprentices, under the command of the master butcher, stripped to the waist, apron sliding on the thighs, hold back the beasts and slit their throats, their hair shaking under the neon and the beasts' horns hooked to the navel. The princess, her forehead wet with pink sweat, holds the curtain lifted ; the apprentices' muscles spring up ; boys' legs against horses' legs ; apprentice masters clumsily butcher a horse, the horse's tongue winds around the apprentice's wrist ; the horse presses its front leg's hoof on the apprentice's thigh, the hoof tucks up and stretches the shorts as far as the lower part of the belly, uncovering part of the hair and the apprentice's cock, while he, bending over the horse, turns the knife in the throat, the other hand hooked to the fuming nostrils. Then he pulls the knife out of the horse's throat ; a kick of the horse pushes the knife, gripped in the fist, against the thigh ; the blade slides to the root of the cock uncovered by the horse's hoof, slashes under the hair ; the blood spurts on the black locks ; the apprentice, his hand still holding the knife, strokes with his thumb the bloody hair ; the princess has dashed forward, jostles the apprentices and the master butcher, squats down against the apprentice's leg, takes it, her hands move up to the thigh, her lips settle upon the hem of the shorts, her teeth bump into the horse's hoof, her tongue burrows into the mass of hair and blood, at the root of the cock, her throat throbs against the hoof, her turned-up lips, consumed, sparkle ; the apprentice, motionless, gazing vacantly, the knife held tight above the princess' hair, moves his lips, his nostrils are quivering, sweat veils his eyes, sticks his eyebrows together ; the muscles of his leg and of his thighs are bulging ; the princess draws the blood, the apprentice's locks enter her nostrils, her right eye is closed on the shorts, the other eye watches the veiled eye of the dying horse. +At dawn, alone she goes to drink the blood, along the footpaths ; she prowls around the slaughterhouses, not to watch the blood of the beasts, but only to see if those who kill them hurt themselves with their knives ; then, she crosses the paved yards, her dress trails in the blood, swells around her loins, in the sharp wind, catches a heap of severed heads~: sheep, pigs, calves, horses, the heads collapse, rats come out of them, their fur bloody ; the princess whose knees are weakening, pulls her dress, gets her foot caught in a rail ; young men, leaning against a tip wagon, are cutting, against their chest, sweetcorn pancakes ; the princess watches the knife cut through the bread and stop on the thumb ; she enters the central building, the animals' cries make the windows shake ; the princess makes her way between the tip wagons ; the apprentices walk in the pools of blood, pat their bloody hair ; one of them bears on his cheek the mark of a kid's foot ; on the tiling water gushes out from under the cubicles' dividing walls, carries shreds and shit ; two apprentices are fighting under the meat hooks, shaken, the hooks jingle ; the princess lifts the curtains of the cubicles where apprentices, under the command of the master butcher, stripped to the waist, apron sliding on the thighs, hold back the beasts and slit their throats, their hair shaking under the neon and the beasts' horns hooked to the navel. The princess, her forehead wet with pink sweat, holds the curtain lifted ; the apprentices' muscles spring up ; boys' legs against horses' legs ; apprentice masters clumsily butcher a horse, the horse's tongue winds around the apprentice's wrist ; the horse presses its front leg's hoof on the apprentice's thigh, the hoof tucks up and stretches the shorts as far as the lower part of the belly, uncovering part of the hair and the apprentice's cock, while he, bending over the horse, turns the knife in the throat, the other hand hooked to the fuming nostrils. Then he pulls the knife out of the horse's throat ; a kick of the horse pushes the knife, gripped in the fist, against the thigh ; the blade slides to the root of the cock uncovered by the horse's hoof, slashes under the hair ; the blood spurts on the black locks ; the apprentice, his hand still holding the knife, strokes with his thumb the bloody hair ; the princess has dashed forward, jostles the apprentices and the master butcher, squats down against the apprentice's leg, takes it, her hands move up to the thigh, her lips settle upon the hem of the shorts, her teeth bump into the horse's hoof, her tongue burrows into the mass of hair and blood, at the root of the cock, her throat throbs against the hoof, her turned-up lips, consumed, sparkle ; the apprentice, motionless, gazing vacantly, the knife held tight above the princess' hair, moves his lips, his nostrils are quivering, sweat veils his eyes, sticks his eyebrows together ; the muscles of his leg and of his thighs are bulging ; the princess draws the blood, the apprentice's locks enter her nostrils, her right eye is closed on the shorts, the other eye watches the veiled eye of the dying horse. The master butcher, leaning against the cubicle's dividing wall, his apprentices standing in a circle around him, their knives pressed to their hips ; the apprentice held by the princess at the knee and at the buttock, lets his knife rest upon the princess' hair, which he begins to stroke at the temples then at the shoulders, he takes the hair in his hand, makes it roll on his wrist, his nails claw the princess' bared temples, while she, her thighs moving apart under the dress, and her cunt-lips covered with semen, squeezes the apprentice's buttock and knee, and nibbles at the root of the cock, her tongue covering the small cut where blood comes no more ; the apprentice's cock hardens, grows taut, rises against the princess' nostrils, but rounding her tongue inside her mouth filled by blood, she stands up again, her hands sliding along the apprentice's hips ; she wipes her lips with the palm of her hand, glances at the apprentices and escapes from the cubicle ; the apprentice grips the knife in his fists, he bends over the horse whose legs are stirring on the tiles, he strikes its head up with his fist, thrusts the knife inside the throat next to the first wound, the horse shakes its head, its back trembling under the apprentice's bare foot ; blood spurts into the apprentice's eye, streams on his cheeks, on his throat, on his belly, under the shorts, down to the knees. Two squatting apprentices maintain the horse's legs ; the master butcher takes a lead sledgehammer from an angle of the cubicle, lifts it ; the apprentice steps away, the mass of lead falls upon the horse's head ; its legs shaking between the apprentices' fists, it growls, its eyes close, its nostrils fume above the wounds of the throat ; its mouth half opens, blood mixed with foam gushes cut from between the teeth, runs into the nostrils. @@ -483,9 +483,9 @@ An old woman --- the skin of her lips has covered her ring --- squatting against --- Eat, drink, little ones, bury yourselves into his soft flesh, so that his bones and his muscles keep you prisoners. -She's watching for the rats : they run upon the body, tear it, plunge into the wounds, their snout lifting the skin ; inside the mouth, under the armpits, between the buttocks and the belly and around the penis, they stir ; when all have dug in, the old woman rises, bends over the corpse, covers the openings with pieces of tarpaulin ; the rats turn around inside the wound, prop themselves against the muscles, but the old woman grips their heads between her fingers and throws them all alive, and squeaking, into the blaze. Those who are tearing the body from within, and searching for a hole to escape, she throws her hands on their body and they quiver under her fingers ; she pushes them towards the joints, towards the hollows of the belly and of the throat, she squashes them there, her fist digging in the skin --- spattered with blood underneath, growing cold. +She's watching for the rats~: they run upon the body, tear it, plunge into the wounds, their snout lifting the skin ; inside the mouth, under the armpits, between the buttocks and the belly and around the penis, they stir ; when all have dug in, the old woman rises, bends over the corpse, covers the openings with pieces of tarpaulin ; the rats turn around inside the wound, prop themselves against the muscles, but the old woman grips their heads between her fingers and throws them all alive, and squeaking, into the blaze. Those who are tearing the body from within, and searching for a hole to escape, she throws her hands on their body and they quiver under her fingers ; she pushes them towards the joints, towards the hollows of the belly and of the throat, she squashes them there, her fist digging in the skin --- spattered with blood underneath, growing cold. -A rat is burrowing into the jaw and the cheeks, the eyes lift, the ears move ; the old woman squeezes the temples between her opened hands ; the child's gums, torn his tongue and the inside of his mouth and the bottom of the palate, a hole of blood closed by the teeth ; the rat turns over inside this bath of blood and enamel ; the old woman pushes the piece of tarpaulin inside the mouth, the rat, driven into the throat up to the loins, bites and pulls the tarpaulin ; then he turns again, crosses the throat, digs between the lungs ; the old woman, standing again, picks up a stick in the mud, around which barbed wire is wound : with it she strikes the child's chest, the rat disappears under the lungs, she lifts them up ; the torn flesh makes a rasping sound ; the belly swollen by rain, the rat settles there. The old woman strikes the belly, the wire tears the navel, pricks the rat's mouth, the old woman strikes, the rat squeaks, shaking its paws in the blood, it hides under the bones of the belly's lower part, the wired stick smashes them ; the old woman pulls the rat through the wound and throws it in the fire ; then, squatting, she eats the grilled rats ; falls asleep until noon, her back against the wall ; when she awakens, again the rats are covering the dead body ; the old woman strangles and clubs them, the blood, lit up by the evening sun, falls back in a golden rain over her wrists. When the body is all torn and can't be used as a bait any more, she drags it into the blaze and roasts it over a slow heat ; then, having eaten it, her hands pulling and holding the legs and spreading them, and her teeth covered by tepid ash, she lolls back over the bones and sleeps like this, mouth opened to the night's rain, until dawn, when, rising, she wanders along the walls, and goes down to the rubbish dumps ; and when she has seen, thrown over the rubbish or coiled up underneath, a little corpse with bare lips, her heart throbs within her bosom, her hands tremble in the rain while she draws them near the body, which the rats are holding back by the hair of its head or its penis or its armpits ; she takes the child in her arms or, if he's too heavy, takes him and drags him by the feet, to the foot of the walls ; a little slave comes to the dump carrying a pail of shit ; the handle is cutting his hand, his bare feet are sinking into the soiled snow. +A rat is burrowing into the jaw and the cheeks, the eyes lift, the ears move ; the old woman squeezes the temples between her opened hands ; the child's gums, torn his tongue and the inside of his mouth and the bottom of the palate, a hole of blood closed by the teeth ; the rat turns over inside this bath of blood and enamel ; the old woman pushes the piece of tarpaulin inside the mouth, the rat, driven into the throat up to the loins, bites and pulls the tarpaulin ; then he turns again, crosses the throat, digs between the lungs ; the old woman, standing again, picks up a stick in the mud, around which barbed wire is wound~: with it she strikes the child's chest, the rat disappears under the lungs, she lifts them up ; the torn flesh makes a rasping sound ; the belly swollen by rain, the rat settles there. The old woman strikes the belly, the wire tears the navel, pricks the rat's mouth, the old woman strikes, the rat squeaks, shaking its paws in the blood, it hides under the bones of the belly's lower part, the wired stick smashes them ; the old woman pulls the rat through the wound and throws it in the fire ; then, squatting, she eats the grilled rats ; falls asleep until noon, her back against the wall ; when she awakens, again the rats are covering the dead body ; the old woman strangles and clubs them, the blood, lit up by the evening sun, falls back in a golden rain over her wrists. When the body is all torn and can't be used as a bait any more, she drags it into the blaze and roasts it over a slow heat ; then, having eaten it, her hands pulling and holding the legs and spreading them, and her teeth covered by tepid ash, she lolls back over the bones and sleeps like this, mouth opened to the night's rain, until dawn, when, rising, she wanders along the walls, and goes down to the rubbish dumps ; and when she has seen, thrown over the rubbish or coiled up underneath, a little corpse with bare lips, her heart throbs within her bosom, her hands tremble in the rain while she draws them near the body, which the rats are holding back by the hair of its head or its penis or its armpits ; she takes the child in her arms or, if he's too heavy, takes him and drags him by the feet, to the foot of the walls ; a little slave comes to the dump carrying a pail of shit ; the handle is cutting his hand, his bare feet are sinking into the soiled snow. The old woman sees the child, she brings out a penholder made of false ivory from her bosom, she turns it in the sun, the child comes nearer ; his bare legs are wet with urine --- his master, an old man free but poor, and of whom he's the only slave, has pissed on his legs when getting out of bed --- the old woman grabs him by the shoulder ; the princess is running under the walls ; the old woman, the child touching her wrist, holds out the penholder~: @@ -495,7 +495,7 @@ The child opens his eyes, the old woman holds the pen close to the eyes of the c The princess, lips moving, bathed with rosy foam, goes round the shack, leans and rubs her shoulder against the door ; the old woman tears the penholder out of the child's mouth, and puts it back inside her bosom, the pen is bent ; the child growls, from his mouth comes out a noise of shingles, his hand gets caught to the prongs of a pitchfork, the old woman takes the pitchfork and pierces the hand, the child's legs fold up under his belly. The princess, her shoulder torn by the wood covered with nails, groans, whimpers, nibbles the door latch ; until noon, excited by the smell of blood spilled on the mud floor, behind the door, she writhes in the sun, the apprentice's blood drying on her lips, and on her cheeks. The old woman, squatting on the child, drinks his blood, swallows the softened shreds ; the child lifts his free hand, strokes the old woman's hair ; but she, her mouth covering the child's mouth, licks his lips and his gums and pulls with her teeth the shreds lacerated by the pen ; the child, his head raised, vomits a black blood which the old woman drinks at once. -A trumpet blows at the top of the walls, in the pink and damp wind ; the child lets go of the old woman's wrist, his pierced hand pushes away the old woman's mouth, who bites it and licks it at the place of the wound ; then, pushing the door, the old woman, one foot on the child's belly, throws his head out of the shack : she pulls the body, she drags it on the mud, all around the rubbish ; but the princess rushes forward, crouches down, holds back the head jumping over the tins and the broken tools and her mouth wide open quivers above the red mouth of the child. +A trumpet blows at the top of the walls, in the pink and damp wind ; the child lets go of the old woman's wrist, his pierced hand pushes away the old woman's mouth, who bites it and licks it at the place of the wound ; then, pushing the door, the old woman, one foot on the child's belly, throws his head out of the shack~: she pulls the body, she drags it on the mud, all around the rubbish ; but the princess rushes forward, crouches down, holds back the head jumping over the tins and the broken tools and her mouth wide open quivers above the red mouth of the child. The old woman turns back, picks up a piece of iron, throws it in the loins of the princess whose face comes crashing down on the child's face, and her mouth covers his, and eats the clots of blood ; her hands clinging to the throat, to the chin and to the cheeks, claw the pallid skin softened by the rain and the steam of grease ; the old woman pulls the body on an iron bed with bent bars ; she lifts a slat from the bed and tightens it upon the belly of the child, who suffocates. The princess drinks the blood thrown up by this suffocation ; two strong slaves are searching for her, in the slaughterhouses, apprentices throw knives between their legs ; under the walls, sentries spray them with earth and piss on them ; they see her bending over the mouth of the dying child, her loosened hair caught in the bed slats, the old woman thrashing the rubbish, and awakening the rats ; the two slaves come forward, they fondle the child's belly, his penis, the hair where little slugs are coiling, the thigh, the knees covered by the unbuttoned and bloody shorts~: @@ -539,7 +539,7 @@ He touches Mantinee's hip, the soldiers hold the slaves leaning against the half --- Keep on playing. The officer looks Mantinee straight in the eyes, her cheeks are covered -with silver : +with silver~: --- Warm me up. Women, I hate you. I'm as cold as ice. My blood turns black inside my veins, love me, pierce me through, open me, make my blood spurt with my semen. At night I cry and in the morning, but my tears are not mingled with blood. @@ -549,7 +549,7 @@ He plunges his head in Mantinee's breasts, he nibbles the top of her dress, wind The soldiers take Mantinee by the head and by the feet ; they lift her up, they throw her on the seat, her head bangs into the steering wheel ; the officer climbs on the running board, a soldier lets his cold hand touch Mantinee's uncovered belly ; the tucked-up skirt is hooked to the gear stick ; the officer strikes the soldier's forehead, he lies over Mantinee, he parts her thighs tightened by the frost, he takes the slave's mouth, his saliva sparkles in her ears and on the hair stuck to the temples. When he rises again, the sunlit semen streaming on Mantinee's belly, a black powder falls and veils his eyes and his forehead. He clenches his fist, he tilts his head back, his tears get in his eyes, run on his forehead towards his hair, the soldiers draw their daggers and plunge them in the slaves' legs, the blood spurts, streams upon the dew ; their legs sliced, the slaves fall on their knees. -A\"{\i}ssa holds his violin, the bow trembles on the string ; his knees bend ; the slaves groan, their foreheads becomes pale, then the blood reddens the scalp under the hair. The officers draws his gun, he strikes the slaves' temples with the butt. Mantinee, inside the cabin, picks herself up, brings her dress back over her legs. Gunshots in the upper part of Ecbatane : a hundred prisoners, jaws and knees smashed, heart burst, fall in the mud of the central prison. +A\"{\i}ssa holds his violin, the bow trembles on the string ; his knees bend ; the slaves groan, their foreheads becomes pale, then the blood reddens the scalp under the hair. The officers draws his gun, he strikes the slaves' temples with the butt. Mantinee, inside the cabin, picks herself up, brings her dress back over her legs. Gunshots in the upper part of Ecbatane~: a hundred prisoners, jaws and knees smashed, heart burst, fall in the mud of the central prison. --- Kill them all, kill them all, that their blood unfurls towards the highest seas. @@ -573,7 +573,7 @@ On the Northern front, the enemy held tight in iron and in cloth, his veins and In Ecbatane liberated, the captain, flown out of Buxtehude, restores the Republic ; but, beyond the sea, the people submitting to Ecbatane, having liberated it, hope that the mother country will set them free ; Ierissos, inside the capital, snatches the slaves of his army from the traders' hands ; the old chief, tried, sentenced to death, then reprieved, Ierissos meets him again, secretly, on the island where he is imprisoned ; Ecbatane laughs, copulates with barbarians ; inside cellars, boys dance, naked, wet with sweat and spirits, their belly wrapped in enemy flags marked with the blood of slaughtered patriots, girls pass between the tables, breasts and cunts covered with swastikas --- symbols of the former waster of war --- and photos of starving children ; a young boy from the North, saved from famine, through the smoke and the steam, mimes on stage the bombing of his neighbourhood ; the officer who owns him, trades him for a bowl of caviar. -The captain and Ierissos build fortified villages for the slaves whom Ecbatane disarmed and refused to set free : armed sentries watch the gates : the adolescents, sons of the former masters of those slaves, come to shout and laugh in front of the gates, they throw with slings little pebbles at the sentries' heads ; the captain buys back more than two hundred slaves and places them in those villages. +The captain and Ierissos build fortified villages for the slaves whom Ecbatane disarmed and refused to set free~: armed sentries watch the gates~: the adolescents, sons of the former masters of those slaves, come to shout and laugh in front of the gates, they throw with slings little pebbles at the sentries' heads ; the captain buys back more than two hundred slaves and places them in those villages. Ecbatane, soiled, torn by the purification, weakened, reduced to the rank of secondary nation watches its patriots return from the Northern camps, the face of death and its precise and revolutionary implements ; an art is born with no place for man, for safety. The soap girls use to wash themselves, the sunny air penetrating the bathroom windows, have the smell and flabbiness of a dead body. @@ -581,13 +581,13 @@ God, who has been at the point of death for three centuries, dies. His priests, Ierissos, one night, walks by the captain's side in Ecbatane asleep under the rain ; the sandy foam of the estuary hits the broadside of illuminated ships where unbuttoned seamen, play cards, laugh and fondle the breasts of girls with lips soiled with sperm and wine. -Along the wharf, lit-up shops are filled with fruits, metal, grain ; a small recessed shop, reached by a staircase swarming with rats, Ierissos and the captain climb upstairs ; behind the glass panes clouded and soiled with spatters of shit and spittle, a narrow corridor, cut halfway by a turning counter lined with skid-mounted cages ; inside the cages and on a tiling covered with sawdust and shreds of blankets, little girls in rags and tatters, three in each cage, their hair disheveled under the raw light of neon, squatting, delouse themselves, lick their lips and hands ; on the bars, placards : price, origin. Through the window, Ierissos hears the murmur from their lips, their saliva and their muscles. +Along the wharf, lit-up shops are filled with fruits, metal, grain ; a small recessed shop, reached by a staircase swarming with rats, Ierissos and the captain climb upstairs ; behind the glass panes clouded and soiled with spatters of shit and spittle, a narrow corridor, cut halfway by a turning counter lined with skid-mounted cages ; inside the cages and on a tiling covered with sawdust and shreds of blankets, little girls in rags and tatters, three in each cage, their hair disheveled under the raw light of neon, squatting, delouse themselves, lick their lips and hands ; on the bars, placards~: price, origin. Through the window, Ierissos hears the murmur from their lips, their saliva and their muscles. Ecbatane subdues, crushes the rebellions of its colonies. The captain is dismissed from the State. Formerly tactical, the army becomes a police force. The State is in the hands of rebels who, in Ecbatane's liberation saw only the ejection and murder of the occupying enemy ; those who hoped for a liberation from the interior enemy ; disappointed, disarmed, suspects in their own family, retire to educational and athletic action. Gradually, the less pure among them agree to return to the State ; there they are, at once, implicated in colonial repressions or in emergency alliances. But, their presence, even uneasy, in the State, produces an ever-increasing social consciousness ; the slaves are set free or reserved only for pleasure and for war. New laws protect their labour, the leisure and education of their children ; cities are built for them exclusively ; they cannot rebel any more ; many, among their former masters, envy them, ruined by the fall of the patriarchal regime of collaboration with the enemy and the importing into Ecbatane of too costly industrial equipment, and of risky investment methods. -Ierissos walks in now-deserted Leuctres, Mantinee sits on a woo-den bench ; his fist strokes the palisades and the fallen thatches ; at the bottom of knocked-down huts, his foot hits, crushes broken celluloid toys ; on the plaster-work is written : \speech{Rabia is my lover} ; Ierissos feels a lump in his throat : Mantinee, her scarf floating over her shoulders, is watching the sea and the evening star reflected there. Ierissos comes close, he strokes Mantinee's hair ; under his nails, dried blood from the ambush at Ouranopoiis~: +Ierissos walks in now-deserted Leuctres, Mantinee sits on a woo-den bench ; his fist strokes the palisades and the fallen thatches ; at the bottom of knocked-down huts, his foot hits, crushes broken celluloid toys ; on the plaster-work is written~: \speech{Rabia is my lover} ; Ierissos feels a lump in his throat~: Mantinee, her scarf floating over her shoulders, is watching the sea and the evening star reflected there. Ierissos comes close, he strokes Mantinee's hair ; under his nails, dried blood from the ambush at Ouranopoiis~: --- I go in for disbelief, with a quivering of joy. My forehead, I want it crushed and squeezed by the bow of a litter, and my shoulders soiled by vomit. O doubt, only eternity. @@ -599,7 +599,7 @@ His lips swell ; on a rabbit cage, the blacksmith lays a toolbox filled with tar --- Those I tore off from the lips of the freed slaves, men, women, children ; after, blood would run on their throat, their hand would quiver. Look at this small ring, I took it from a boy, he was biting my hand, he was falling in a faint, I made him drink a glass of alcohol, I held him up, holding my arm he walked around the small courtyard, his blood spattered his shirt and his shorts down to the thigh's hem ; one of my rabbits escaped from its cage, all white, and rolled in the blood. Often, I would tear off more than twenty rings in one day ; my wrist, my chest, when I went to bed, were covered with foam, blood and tears. -By evening, in Ecbatane, the newspapers are torn from hand to hand : Inamenas, during the night, has risen in rebellion, on ten strategic points of its territory : some settlers are slaughtered, their children killed with axes or thrown into wells. The Government decrees the dispatch of troop reinforcements to the island. +By evening, in Ecbatane, the newspapers are torn from hand to hand~: Inamenas, during the night, has risen in rebellion, on ten strategic points of its territory~: some settlers are slaughtered, their children killed with axes or thrown into wells. The Government decrees the dispatch of troop reinforcements to the island. A ship leaves Ecbatane, soldiers shout on the deck, vomit over the rigging. Ierissos, Mantinee taken back by the princess, at night, in the middle of the sea, brings buckets of soup to the soldiers ; the soldiers, drunk, chest and neck smeared with vomit, knock him down and plunge his head inside a bucket of scalding hot soup, until death. @@ -619,13 +619,13 @@ Thus awakens the lower city. On the other side of the tree curtain, on the artif Below, soldiers stripped to the waist, a piece of linen around their neck, plunge their head into the pond. Warrant officers, epaulet askew, prick their shoulders and elbows with rush shoots. The prisoners come out of the cellars, sentries carrying loaded rifles push them towards the latrines. At the pond, cheeks barred with bloody lather, the soldiers look at each other through glass triangles. -The lower district is crowded with incomplete families, squalling, dirty, children are swarming there : many cannot recognize their natural parents any more and live in several different homes ; the authorities neglect the children's civil status. There are no more men, only the elderly and the crippled, and lunatics back from questioning. The boys have disappeared, girls disappear, their torn dresses caught in thistle and ivy. Often, while playing, children discover disfigured corpses at the bottom of deserted ponds, heads putrid under the helmets. +The lower district is crowded with incomplete families, squalling, dirty, children are swarming there~: many cannot recognize their natural parents any more and live in several different homes ; the authorities neglect the children's civil status. There are no more men, only the elderly and the crippled, and lunatics back from questioning. The boys have disappeared, girls disappear, their torn dresses caught in thistle and ivy. Often, while playing, children discover disfigured corpses at the bottom of deserted ponds, heads putrid under the helmets. Countryside and sky are bright. In the evening, stray horses gallop freely along the sunken roads, rub their hindquarters against the hedges. Young people, laughing, come out of the villas on the seaside, children wearing short clothes of light flannel step over bramble bushes, dam the rivers with shingles, cry in the girl servants' holland dresses. No playing near the lower city where children dirty and full of outrageous depravities hold out with their tattooed arms half-strangled birds. If two children, in thaw or middle summer days, dare fall in love and hide to play and fondle each other, once discovered they are beaten, often to death. By soldiers, if a child is of the lower city ; by the ringleader, if a child is of the seafront and the upper city. -One ringleader is named Kment. His natural mother is in jail. His brothers, his sisters are her three lovers' offspring. Their adoptive father is dying by inches, inside the shack. The only child he got from his wife, is killed by her. Pregnant, she crushes her belly against the walls, she reddens it by the flames from the gas ring ; but the child, his throat scarred by the abortionist's fork, screams, and the father takes him and keeps him gluey and chilled under his blanket. The mother grinds her knives in front of the child's eyes, she laughs, she covers his head with saucepans, she lets him sleep in his shit and in daytime, dogs follow him and burrow their snout under his rompers. When a young boy, at night, she soils his clothes, and beats him at dawn ; or else, slips a few coins inside his pockets, and puts him to shame. She ties him up naked, belly against the back of the chair, throws a ball of wool to her other children and these bind his knees, chest, penis and neck and pull at his teeth. Kment puts an end to those games, knocks down his mother squatting over the gas ring, twists her arm, boils water, plunges his mother's head where the sperm of the father and the one of the lovers is drying ; then he sits in front of the mirror hanging from the dividing wall, and his hands search, among the soiled linen : stockings, bras, towel and facecloth, the scent bottle ; he opens it and turns it over and pours it on the hair ; he bites the scented hair and his tears roll down, without wetting it ; his hands cover the bared breasts and the mother, turning her face, kisses his chest and the edge of the armpits, under the tatters. One evening, Kment roaming the countryside with his gang, the boy returns from play, his blouse soiled by mud. The mother grabs him by the hair, gets him naked, plunges him in a basin of icy water, keeps his head beneath the surface. Her anger appeased, she pulls him out of the water. The child moves no more, his head falls back, his lips are white. The mother, with throbbings inside her throat, lays him on the bed, covers his lifeless body with sea salt and rubs it with a piece of holland cloth, so strongly that on the neck and around the navel, the skin rolls up. Lips foaming, the other children watch, squatting in the dark, at the foot of the parents' bed, stained sheets falling on both sides upon the mud floor. The child, revived, smiles to his mother, holds out to her his closed hands, but she, jealous to see him thus move and love again, biting the child's clasped hands and clenching them between her teeth, hits him at the temples with her fists ; the child grapples on to her arms, yells. At last, she lets him go, panting, bruised ; she goes out in the balmy night, her hand wiping the sweat from her brow ; the child writhes on the bed ; the elder daughter --- her nascent breasts tearing through the top of her dress --- comes towards the bed : --- Take me in your arms, it hurts too much, it hurts too much. Carry me to the moon. +One ringleader is named Kment. His natural mother is in jail. His brothers, his sisters are her three lovers' offspring. Their adoptive father is dying by inches, inside the shack. The only child he got from his wife, is killed by her. Pregnant, she crushes her belly against the walls, she reddens it by the flames from the gas ring ; but the child, his throat scarred by the abortionist's fork, screams, and the father takes him and keeps him gluey and chilled under his blanket. The mother grinds her knives in front of the child's eyes, she laughs, she covers his head with saucepans, she lets him sleep in his shit and in daytime, dogs follow him and burrow their snout under his rompers. When a young boy, at night, she soils his clothes, and beats him at dawn ; or else, slips a few coins inside his pockets, and puts him to shame. She ties him up naked, belly against the back of the chair, throws a ball of wool to her other children and these bind his knees, chest, penis and neck and pull at his teeth. Kment puts an end to those games, knocks down his mother squatting over the gas ring, twists her arm, boils water, plunges his mother's head where the sperm of the father and the one of the lovers is drying ; then he sits in front of the mirror hanging from the dividing wall, and his hands search, among the soiled linen~: stockings, bras, towel and facecloth, the scent bottle ; he opens it and turns it over and pours it on the hair ; he bites the scented hair and his tears roll down, without wetting it ; his hands cover the bared breasts and the mother, turning her face, kisses his chest and the edge of the armpits, under the tatters. One evening, Kment roaming the countryside with his gang, the boy returns from play, his blouse soiled by mud. The mother grabs him by the hair, gets him naked, plunges him in a basin of icy water, keeps his head beneath the surface. Her anger appeased, she pulls him out of the water. The child moves no more, his head falls back, his lips are white. The mother, with throbbings inside her throat, lays him on the bed, covers his lifeless body with sea salt and rubs it with a piece of holland cloth, so strongly that on the neck and around the navel, the skin rolls up. Lips foaming, the other children watch, squatting in the dark, at the foot of the parents' bed, stained sheets falling on both sides upon the mud floor. The child, revived, smiles to his mother, holds out to her his closed hands, but she, jealous to see him thus move and love again, biting the child's clasped hands and clenching them between her teeth, hits him at the temples with her fists ; the child grapples on to her arms, yells. At last, she lets him go, panting, bruised ; she goes out in the balmy night, her hand wiping the sweat from her brow ; the child writhes on the bed ; the elder daughter --- her nascent breasts tearing through the top of her dress --- comes towards the bed~: --- Take me in your arms, it hurts too much, it hurts too much. Carry me to the moon. -She takes him in his arms and rocks him, her hands stroking the child's battered and blackened temples, sits outside, before the moon, of which the rays refresh the chafed stomach. The mother, risen from the heap of straw and the lying lover pulling at her leg, she uncreases her dress ; steps over the straw heap, runs through the clouded place, leans her forehead against the door : the child is dead, vomiting the wool which was choking him. In the night, a storm comes from the sea, the mud weighs against the door. The mother, until dawn clinging to the cradle, protects the child's corpse, rats are grappling on to the blankets. In the morning, Kment, intoxicated, his mouth bloody, bashes the door in with his knees, throws himself on a straw mattress, folds his muddy legs under his buttocks and falls asleep ; under him a shape moans : the youngest of his brothers still alive. The mother gets up, lights a candle ; Kment, face against the ground, unfolds his legs ; his big body saws the child's chest : this one tries to get free, moves his legs and arms ; gradually, the skin of his face turning blue, his lips separate, like the mouth of a small fish pulled out of water ; the tongue vibrates at the bottom of the mouth. The mother lifts Kment's body, makes him roll on the ground, against the door ; the child suffocates, the rats pull his hair ; squatting down, the mother moves no more. At the bottom, the rats make the cradle blanket's folds tremble. When Kment wakes up at noon, they are running on the child's body in the cradle, nibbling the eyelashes and the lips. +She takes him in his arms and rocks him, her hands stroking the child's battered and blackened temples, sits outside, before the moon, of which the rays refresh the chafed stomach. The mother, risen from the heap of straw and the lying lover pulling at her leg, she uncreases her dress ; steps over the straw heap, runs through the clouded place, leans her forehead against the door~: the child is dead, vomiting the wool which was choking him. In the night, a storm comes from the sea, the mud weighs against the door. The mother, until dawn clinging to the cradle, protects the child's corpse, rats are grappling on to the blankets. In the morning, Kment, intoxicated, his mouth bloody, bashes the door in with his knees, throws himself on a straw mattress, folds his muddy legs under his buttocks and falls asleep ; under him a shape moans~: the youngest of his brothers still alive. The mother gets up, lights a candle ; Kment, face against the ground, unfolds his legs ; his big body saws the child's chest~: this one tries to get free, moves his legs and arms ; gradually, the skin of his face turning blue, his lips separate, like the mouth of a small fish pulled out of water ; the tongue vibrates at the bottom of the mouth. The mother lifts Kment's body, makes him roll on the ground, against the door ; the child suffocates, the rats pull his hair ; squatting down, the mother moves no more. At the bottom, the rats make the cradle blanket's folds tremble. When Kment wakes up at noon, they are running on the child's body in the cradle, nibbling the eyelashes and the lips. After the mother has gone to jail, the children get reared on their own, stealing, selling themselves by the day in the mixed brothels of the lower city. Their shack smells like a fox's den. They come to sleep there now and then ; rats have made their nest in the cradle of the dead child, under the lacerated blankets. At night, the cradle rocks in the dark and the rats utter little baby cries. @@ -639,27 +639,27 @@ The headquarters have been set up on the seaside in a group of villas surrounded {\sloppy Every day, every night, young people from Ecbatane, hardly grown out of childhood, die, mutilated, castrated, slaughtered, crucified, chopped to pieces, in order to retain for their civilian and military chiefs, justifying them by the violence of their sacrifice, wealth and political dignity, honour. Foreign reporters film those remains swarming with flies. Commandos set fire to the village closest to the place of the ambush. \par} -Kment meets the rebels, but also some chiefs : officers and warrant officers of the occupation army. In a secret room, at the borderline between both cities, by them undressed, his belly bare in front of the gas flames, he watches water boiling for tea and the sperm is boiling inside the erect cocks of the soldiers pressed around him and breathing over his shoulders. He steals plans from them. Fondling him makes them talkative ; in the morning, fear seizes them, they threaten Kment, but, in the evening, they search for him among the barbed wires, they implore him. As soon as they touch him, they forget their threats and their suspicions. Their men know all those things ; they give their chiefs suitable nicknames ; some, even, send to the deserted wives anonymous letters relating in detail their husbands' crepuscular work. Several wives, out of spite, give themselves to the acknowledged authors of the letters. On days of military operations, those men : quartermasters, secretaries, armourers, crowd at the gates of the villas : the children go out, to throw stones at the young natives. +Kment meets the rebels, but also some chiefs~: officers and warrant officers of the occupation army. In a secret room, at the borderline between both cities, by them undressed, his belly bare in front of the gas flames, he watches water boiling for tea and the sperm is boiling inside the erect cocks of the soldiers pressed around him and breathing over his shoulders. He steals plans from them. Fondling him makes them talkative ; in the morning, fear seizes them, they threaten Kment, but, in the evening, they search for him among the barbed wires, they implore him. As soon as they touch him, they forget their threats and their suspicions. Their men know all those things ; they give their chiefs suitable nicknames ; some, even, send to the deserted wives anonymous letters relating in detail their husbands' crepuscular work. Several wives, out of spite, give themselves to the acknowledged authors of the letters. On days of military operations, those men~: quartermasters, secretaries, armourers, crowd at the gates of the villas~: the children go out, to throw stones at the young natives. Those soldiers are always wearing new clothes, eating others' rations, stealing bullets and explosives, to sell them in the city to reactionary young men, pomading the pustules of their penises and of their cheeks, fondling each other under the mosquito nets, and never fighting. They feel repugnance to combat, but live on war. Often, the commandos, back from operations, catch them and plunge them all dressed in the pond. They fine the soldiers from platoons having lost bullets or mislaid a belt loop ; after, they put the money in a box and undress in their barrackrooms the prettiest and youngest prostitutes from the lower city. Secretaries, aide-de-camps have influence on their chiefs ; indeed, they know their private life. They press hard upon those tired men, they humour their liking for sacrifice to a State that is forsaking them. Chiefs appreciate these skillful people, these pimps. -Headquarters have their own landing strips. Soldiers dug them out, at the beginning of the war. The chiefs' women and mistresses pass in front of the road works, playing cards and wineglasses in their hands, the children sprinkle each other, under the shelter of the tamarisks, with orangeade diluted with water. Soldiers can buy drinks, a glass of orangeade for two weeks' pay. Often, the servant in attendance on one of these women, catches a soldier by the epaulet and pushes him into the villa : furniture to move, curtains to hang up, vomit, turds of luxury cats and dogs\ldots\ At the end of the dark room, under the closed shutters, knees striped by the rays of light, a boy or a girl in light shorts, spreads thighs, smiling to the shoulder bending over the tiled floor or perched on a stool. The young maidservant brushes past the soldier, her breasts are jutting out of the bodice, the soldier unlaces the apron's string, over the loins, his hand covers the moist belly of the servant, at the place where the pubic hair, bristled up, makes the wool swell. Then, he gets released, he returns dazzled to his work, under the sun, in the insecurity of slavery. Kment watches the streaming backs of these soldiers and their shaven napes, when he goes to visit his natural mother in the prison and his brothers and his sisters are following him, washed and combed, having left the languid or brutal company of the soldiers, in the secret rooms. +Headquarters have their own landing strips. Soldiers dug them out, at the beginning of the war. The chiefs' women and mistresses pass in front of the road works, playing cards and wineglasses in their hands, the children sprinkle each other, under the shelter of the tamarisks, with orangeade diluted with water. Soldiers can buy drinks, a glass of orangeade for two weeks' pay. Often, the servant in attendance on one of these women, catches a soldier by the epaulet and pushes him into the villa~: furniture to move, curtains to hang up, vomit, turds of luxury cats and dogs\ldots\ At the end of the dark room, under the closed shutters, knees striped by the rays of light, a boy or a girl in light shorts, spreads thighs, smiling to the shoulder bending over the tiled floor or perched on a stool. The young maidservant brushes past the soldier, her breasts are jutting out of the bodice, the soldier unlaces the apron's string, over the loins, his hand covers the moist belly of the servant, at the place where the pubic hair, bristled up, makes the wool swell. Then, he gets released, he returns dazzled to his work, under the sun, in the insecurity of slavery. Kment watches the streaming backs of these soldiers and their shaven napes, when he goes to visit his natural mother in the prison and his brothers and his sisters are following him, washed and combed, having left the languid or brutal company of the soldiers, in the secret rooms. In the evening, soldiers working at these sites, return to camp, crammed in the trucks, with burning hot tilts, dazed by weariness and sun, grubby, munching rust. Along the streets of the lower city, the trucks drive at full speed, running over dogs, brushing past old men, women, covering them with dust and grease. The soldiers, tossed about, thrown against each other, excited by those violent contacts and by the sight of women, yell, spit, stand up against the rails, raise their fists, unbutton themselves, tear off, hanging between the barracks, the dried festoons of some ancient feast and tie them around their thighs. When the dust has fallen down again over the spittle, over the pools of blood and the quivering bodies of the dogs, men come out of the houses, drag those fuming remains towards the small gardens and the pits. Later, the forgotten bodies putrefy on the spot and mix with the sand. Cats, dogs, starving children smell out these carrion slabs, exhume them and devour them aside. Children hide to torture beasts. They catch birds, tie them up alive on a cat's back or burn them slowly on a candle flame or else bite them when still alive, at the throat. The cats, who die slowly, avoid the children, don't allow themselves to be stroked by them. A captive cat entertains the children for three days, at the end of which it dies, its limbs scattered on the ash. The animal is skinned alive or impaled, or chopped to little pieces, which the children rub against their genitals, then eat raw or cooked. Often, in the fever of these mutilations, a child cuts himself ; many, the wounds having got infected, die. -Thus live beasts and people. In terror, in cowardice. Rebels do not take part in those disturbances. They find their dignity in resistance ; they go to meet their punishment, to meet the scorn of the army : thus can they live and die holding their head high. Very soon, they come to despise those whose rights they are fighting for. The knife strikes the undecided ones, mutilates the children, as a warning. The rebels live on the servitude in which they maintain their brothers. They enjoy that luck of being in battle and of riding horses. +Thus live beasts and people. In terror, in cowardice. Rebels do not take part in those disturbances. They find their dignity in resistance ; they go to meet their punishment, to meet the scorn of the army~: thus can they live and die holding their head high. Very soon, they come to despise those whose rights they are fighting for. The knife strikes the undecided ones, mutilates the children, as a warning. The rebels live on the servitude in which they maintain their brothers. They enjoy that luck of being in battle and of riding horses. -The governor has his palace on the top of the hill. The metropolitan government appointed him to Inamenas, in order to appease the officers' reactionary restlessness and the rebels' intransigence. The people love him : in the morning his waiting room is filled with women and children ; the soldiers watching them, wash their hands noisily, after duty. At the beginning of the war, the rebels do not intend to assassinate him ; then they understand that the fight, even deadly, serves their cause ; indeed, those on the continent who denounce this war's uselessness and savagery, need massacres to become indignant and reverse public opinion. The rebels then covet a more cruel and clumsy enemy, they decide to kill the governor. But he, straight and dreamy inside his jeep, the hair of his bare arm upon the windscreen flattened by the breeze, drives through the ravaged island, stroking the scabs on childrens' heads, refrains from kissing their eyes swarming with flies, their purulent ears ; with impunity he crosses the forests and the gorges. In the gorges, he slows down the jeep and his gaze lingers over the rocks, over the cliffs riddled with blue holes, from which ash-grey doves escape. The soldiers of the escort kill them, the way they kill storks on the shores of the lakes, --- and for this, the platoon scorns them ; the wounded doves wheel, collapse on overheated shingles, by the edge of the torrent where intermingle, in the muddy current, the bunches of bamboos and lianas. The soldiers' screams and the gunshots reverberate all along the gorge and the resonance changes from darkness to light\ldots\ The governor does not dare punish~: +The governor has his palace on the top of the hill. The metropolitan government appointed him to Inamenas, in order to appease the officers' reactionary restlessness and the rebels' intransigence. The people love him~: in the morning his waiting room is filled with women and children ; the soldiers watching them, wash their hands noisily, after duty. At the beginning of the war, the rebels do not intend to assassinate him ; then they understand that the fight, even deadly, serves their cause ; indeed, those on the continent who denounce this war's uselessness and savagery, need massacres to become indignant and reverse public opinion. The rebels then covet a more cruel and clumsy enemy, they decide to kill the governor. But he, straight and dreamy inside his jeep, the hair of his bare arm upon the windscreen flattened by the breeze, drives through the ravaged island, stroking the scabs on childrens' heads, refrains from kissing their eyes swarming with flies, their purulent ears ; with impunity he crosses the forests and the gorges. In the gorges, he slows down the jeep and his gaze lingers over the rocks, over the cliffs riddled with blue holes, from which ash-grey doves escape. The soldiers of the escort kill them, the way they kill storks on the shores of the lakes, --- and for this, the platoon scorns them ; the wounded doves wheel, collapse on overheated shingles, by the edge of the torrent where intermingle, in the muddy current, the bunches of bamboos and lianas. The soldiers' screams and the gunshots reverberate all along the gorge and the resonance changes from darkness to light\ldots\ The governor does not dare punish~: --- Keep calm, my boys, keep calm ; awoken with a start, the fels would tear us to pieces. -The soldiers calm down, open their thighs and close them on the rifle's burning hot barrel ; they doze off, head against shoulder. The trucks drive under the streaming cliffs, the road is muddy, mud spatters the soldiers' buttocks, sitting heavily on the rails. The soldiers wake up, shiver, water hits the truck's roof. Further along, it is full sun : the metal, the bright-steel sheets, the rearview mirrors sparkle and burn the fingers. +The soldiers calm down, open their thighs and close them on the rifle's burning hot barrel ; they doze off, head against shoulder. The trucks drive under the streaming cliffs, the road is muddy, mud spatters the soldiers' buttocks, sitting heavily on the rails. The soldiers wake up, shiver, water hits the truck's roof. Further along, it is full sun~: the metal, the bright-steel sheets, the rearview mirrors sparkle and burn the fingers. The soldiers fondle the medals and the baptismal chains on their bare chest, raise them to their lips ; the coolness of gold and silver shakes their body. Sweat runs down on the eyelashes\ldots\ The governor's young wife, Emilienne, is bathing in the sea, with her stepson, Serge, the folds of the dripping swimsuit sparkle when she comes out of the water ; the afternoon, in summer, she prowls through the corridors, the verandas and the greenhouses, her breasts uncovered a little and the palms touch them lightly\ldots\ The soldiers dream, give faint kisses, faint caresses, move, stretch out their lips, their hands, upwards, grip the butt of the rifle between their thighs. In the evening, at the brothel, they ransack the rooms, and hammer the whores half-dead on the hair mattress, mouths swollen with sperm, throats strangulated ; then they return to camp, drunk, belly and loins on fire. At night, all along the danger zone, they vomit in the darkness, on the cacti, on the white flowers opened at night on the edge of the fast rivers ; the bushes are filled with noises of vomiting and of rifle butts hitting the stones, of the flowings of vomit. But, further away, in the operation zone, all those noises and vomiting cease, the waists become supple, the thighs do not get roused any more by the swift contact, the brushing of fresh leaves, the slow, burning caress of the tall grass, on the cloth of the battledress. -The governor has, from his first wife, two children : Serge and Fabienne ; their natural mother, after a long illness, dies, her hand caught in the embroidering of the sheet. Fabienne is playing with her doll under the tamarisks. Serge, his forehead scarred by the beak of a cormorant, rises from bed, puts his penis back inside his shorts, washes his hands, smooths down and wets his hair rumpled in the pillow. He comes down from the attic, he runs across the park, to the rocks, lifts the boughs. Fabienne, sitting, legs spread out, dress tucked up over the thighs, doll overturned upon her knee, kneads her small breasts with her fingers. Serge roars with laughter~: +The governor has, from his first wife, two children~: Serge and Fabienne ; their natural mother, after a long illness, dies, her hand caught in the embroidering of the sheet. Fabienne is playing with her doll under the tamarisks. Serge, his forehead scarred by the beak of a cormorant, rises from bed, puts his penis back inside his shorts, washes his hands, smooths down and wets his hair rumpled in the pillow. He comes down from the attic, he runs across the park, to the rocks, lifts the boughs. Fabienne, sitting, legs spread out, dress tucked up over the thighs, doll overturned upon her knee, kneads her small breasts with her fingers. Serge roars with laughter~: --- You too, you have a stain on your shorts. @@ -691,7 +691,7 @@ And he strokes those hands not knowing they tremble because of him. He can now l --- O Serge, I too, I want you. In the evening, when your hand whips the bath water, I quiver, sitting in the lounge, I see water stream on your belly, cover your thighs and the plastic duck float around your cock. -He follows her in the corridor, then under the arcade ; he feels on his legs the coolness of the rain falling close to them. Emilienne walks in front of him without looking back. In a playroom, near the veranda, soldiers are playing ping pong ; the noise of the balls, the shouts of the players, the flashes of their knees and of their fists piercing the rain, reach Serge, purified, the shouts especially with their primeval resonance --- rain changes them into children's cries. Serge sees himself condemned to live without the love of women. Emilienne leans her hips and her swollen breasts against a pillar's damp sandstone, Serge strokes her bosom, his nipples are itching as if from the cold ; the cloth of Emilienne's dress stretches between the thighs and slackens between the breasts. Serge holds out a hand ; a soldier stops the game, keeps the ball between his wrist and the bat, glances at Emilienne : on his thigh, the shorts' cloth quivers and swells~: +He follows her in the corridor, then under the arcade ; he feels on his legs the coolness of the rain falling close to them. Emilienne walks in front of him without looking back. In a playroom, near the veranda, soldiers are playing ping pong ; the noise of the balls, the shouts of the players, the flashes of their knees and of their fists piercing the rain, reach Serge, purified, the shouts especially with their primeval resonance --- rain changes them into children's cries. Serge sees himself condemned to live without the love of women. Emilienne leans her hips and her swollen breasts against a pillar's damp sandstone, Serge strokes her bosom, his nipples are itching as if from the cold ; the cloth of Emilienne's dress stretches between the thighs and slackens between the breasts. Serge holds out a hand ; a soldier stops the game, keeps the ball between his wrist and the bat, glances at Emilienne~: on his thigh, the shorts' cloth quivers and swells~: --- She resembles my fianc\'ee in Ecbatane. Her brothers are keeping her a virgin for me. @@ -703,25 +703,25 @@ Then bareheaded and his hand stifling a cry, Serge dashes forward in the rain. \bigbreak -Kment, in front of his mother, remains silent ; he watches her through the bars, he refrains from breathing too often ; the other children hang their head, the one who held the little dying child in her arms and rocked him under the moon leans against the wood of the cell door, her forehead bulging and shiny on which ill-groomed hair falls. She nips the top of her dress with her painted lips. The first day, the warder throws them all out, he strikes the bars with his weapon : the mother, clinging to the bars and the weapon smashing her fingers~: +Kment, in front of his mother, remains silent ; he watches her through the bars, he refrains from breathing too often ; the other children hang their head, the one who held the little dying child in her arms and rocked him under the moon leans against the wood of the cell door, her forehead bulging and shiny on which ill-groomed hair falls. She nips the top of her dress with her painted lips. The first day, the warder throws them all out, he strikes the bars with his weapon~: the mother, clinging to the bars and the weapon smashing her fingers~: --- Bastards. Bastards. -The soldiers push the children out. From the middle of the courtyard which the soldiers cross running because of the sun, the children hear their mother's screams and those of the guards hitting her inside the cage, the cracking of the lashes and the noise of rifle butts. They shudder, the soldiers hold them back by the shoulders ; Kment's teeth grind under the foam. Little by little, the mother agrees to see them ; but one day, Kment having put his head forward through the bars, she takes it and fondles it, first touching it only lightly, then driving her fingers through the hair, then pulling it towards her and her hand moving down, sliding along the cheeks, towards the nape. Kment takes fright, he struggles, already a guard is grabbing his weapon. The mother loosens her grip ; Kment draws back. She weeps, her head in her hands : a group of soldiers appears in the prison corridor : they abuse the prisoners, make obscene gestures, press and shake their flies, jostle the children ; they each carry a towel on the shoulder, a wet bar of soap inside the shorts ; one of them, as he goes past, strokes the hips of Kment's elder sister, she clings close to Kment, but the soldier pulls her towards his belly, his fingers sliding towards the thigh and clinging to it, Kment holds back the young girl by the shoulders, he strikes the soldier in the belly, the soldier lets go, the girl breaks loose, runs towards the sentry ; the soldier grabs Kment by the throat, he tears his shirt, he hits him with his fist under the belly, he knocks him down on the floor tiles and tramples him ; the other soldiers move aside ; the soldiers howls, foams, bracing himself over the boy ; Kment licks on his lips the soldier's foam ; the sentry rushes up, leans his weapon's barrel on the soldier's temple ; he, feeling the metal, calms down, he unclenches his teeth and his fists, releases Kment's ear which he was twisting, flushed between his fingers, he gets up, he tramples with his foot the head of the senseless boy, wipes the foam on his chin, lifts with the tip of his boots the scattered linen on Kment's belly. +The soldiers push the children out. From the middle of the courtyard which the soldiers cross running because of the sun, the children hear their mother's screams and those of the guards hitting her inside the cage, the cracking of the lashes and the noise of rifle butts. They shudder, the soldiers hold them back by the shoulders ; Kment's teeth grind under the foam. Little by little, the mother agrees to see them ; but one day, Kment having put his head forward through the bars, she takes it and fondles it, first touching it only lightly, then driving her fingers through the hair, then pulling it towards her and her hand moving down, sliding along the cheeks, towards the nape. Kment takes fright, he struggles, already a guard is grabbing his weapon. The mother loosens her grip ; Kment draws back. She weeps, her head in her hands~: a group of soldiers appears in the prison corridor~: they abuse the prisoners, make obscene gestures, press and shake their flies, jostle the children ; they each carry a towel on the shoulder, a wet bar of soap inside the shorts ; one of them, as he goes past, strokes the hips of Kment's elder sister, she clings close to Kment, but the soldier pulls her towards his belly, his fingers sliding towards the thigh and clinging to it, Kment holds back the young girl by the shoulders, he strikes the soldier in the belly, the soldier lets go, the girl breaks loose, runs towards the sentry ; the soldier grabs Kment by the throat, he tears his shirt, he hits him with his fist under the belly, he knocks him down on the floor tiles and tramples him ; the other soldiers move aside ; the soldiers howls, foams, bracing himself over the boy ; Kment licks on his lips the soldier's foam ; the sentry rushes up, leans his weapon's barrel on the soldier's temple ; he, feeling the metal, calms down, he unclenches his teeth and his fists, releases Kment's ear which he was twisting, flushed between his fingers, he gets up, he tramples with his foot the head of the senseless boy, wipes the foam on his chin, lifts with the tip of his boots the scattered linen on Kment's belly. The sentry takes Kment in his arms, he carries him to the police station, he lays him down on a bench, he wakes a soldier resting between two duties ; the soldier gets down from the bunk beds, crosses the courtyard to fill a pail of water. Kment moves his lips, flies are stirring on his eyes, on the wounds, on the bruises ; a little dog jumps from the bunks where he was sleeping alongside the heavy hips of the soldier. It runs to the door, but the violence of the sun makes it retreat ; it strikes against Kment's hand hanging over the mud floor and licks it. The soldier, coming back, his arm wet up to the shoulder, washes the wounds. He has fair hair, white underpants underneath the battledress, and the skin swollen under the ears ; around the waist, instead of a belt, a knotted string ; on his battledress, there are traces of blood ; a fork sticks out of the top pocket of the battledress. The soldier's gestures are clumsy, the little dog keeps away from the spatters. The soldiers pass by again after the shower, one of them grabs the coffee bucket on the table, turns it over his mouth and drinks, his throat quivering ; coffee runs down the neck's arteries ; then seeing the small fair soldier bending over Kment~: --- Oh, boatman, when they'll have cut off your cock, you will love them a bit less, darling ; and the women, before loving you, they will grab your flaccid cock with disgust. -He moves off. Kment breathes the smell of soap and sweat, the smell of soldiers, the smell of rapes, the smell of contempt. The peasants, the wretched, the children, the women fear that smell ; it swoops down on them, by day, by night, especially : it invades the houses, the streets, it blends with the perfumes of night, of trees, of water, it seizes the women by the throat, sometimes it can move them. +He moves off. Kment breathes the smell of soap and sweat, the smell of soldiers, the smell of rapes, the smell of contempt. The peasants, the wretched, the children, the women fear that smell ; it swoops down on them, by day, by night, especially~: it invades the houses, the streets, it blends with the perfumes of night, of trees, of water, it seizes the women by the throat, sometimes it can move them. -Inamenas, colonized for a hundred years by Ecbatane, wants to free itself. Half of its buildings, its houses, its places of worship are used as prisons. The whole population is suspect. The governor is now condemned by the rebels and thwarted by the military. He prays, he entertains the chaplains : those are barely concerned about the soldiers, they pity the officers, celebrate mass in their midst, in the mess with gleaming bottles and the waiters are locked up inside the kitchens ; they tremble with fear in the mountain passes, they throw sweets to the escort soldiers. They get newspapers from Ecbatane for the officers, film magazines for the soldiers, but the soldiers have brought with them from Ecbatane their pornographic magazines and the Hundred and Twenty Positions ; the chaplains drink sodas with a straw, they stop outside the barrackrooms and the kitchens to hear the soldiers speak about women and smack the foam inside their mouth. Never, in the mountain, never at combat. They conclude in Inamenas their active career ; warm retirements, attentive nuns await them on the continent. Here, the morning host triggers off the malarial colic. +Inamenas, colonized for a hundred years by Ecbatane, wants to free itself. Half of its buildings, its houses, its places of worship are used as prisons. The whole population is suspect. The governor is now condemned by the rebels and thwarted by the military. He prays, he entertains the chaplains~: those are barely concerned about the soldiers, they pity the officers, celebrate mass in their midst, in the mess with gleaming bottles and the waiters are locked up inside the kitchens ; they tremble with fear in the mountain passes, they throw sweets to the escort soldiers. They get newspapers from Ecbatane for the officers, film magazines for the soldiers, but the soldiers have brought with them from Ecbatane their pornographic magazines and the Hundred and Twenty Positions ; the chaplains drink sodas with a straw, they stop outside the barrackrooms and the kitchens to hear the soldiers speak about women and smack the foam inside their mouth. Never, in the mountain, never at combat. They conclude in Inamenas their active career ; warm retirements, attentive nuns await them on the continent. Here, the morning host triggers off the malarial colic. \bigbreak After five years of war, the large forests of Inamenas are three quarters burnt, the lands waste, the families decimated. In the harbours, dockers unload now only arms ; in the warehouses instead of bags of wheat, bags of ammunition. At midday, at the time when the sun is the strongest and the scents of earth and people, the more violent, flocks of vultures and buzzards swoop down in the ravines, then the children run and shout towards those ravines ; the birds already are tearing the dead bodies there, are dragging them towards the holes, are lifting them with their claws, are piercing the jaw and the trunk with their beak ; the children scream, squatting at the edge of the ravines ; the birds of prey shriek, throw the blood around their head ; a vulture shoots out of the scrum, flies up the slope, on his bloated belly, and pecks a child at the hand and at the knee. At night, the jackals put to flight these birds whose beaks' are soiled with blood and flesh. Among the dead bodies, the mechanical shovels lift new-born children with slashed skulls ; they originate in forced copulations. Other new-borns are seized in houses by soldiers of the dog lover platoons and thrown alive to the dogs inside the wire nettings. -At the beginning of winter, headquarters sends a score of soldiers in the snow, to the col of Tifrit. Without respite they clear the road to the col. This one pierces the island's central massif at an altitude of two thousand meters. Soldiers bivouac under the tent, warm themselves with charcoal pans. They work with the shovel, the pickaxe, the bulldozer. A warrant officer commands them with three corporals. The first year of the war, the platoon is entirely slaughtered by the rebels. The soldiers caught unaware while hard at work, are shot, butchered, mouth open on the snow, mutilated by shovel and pickaxe, the tents and the equipment stolen or set on fire with the charcoal pans. The helicopter bringing the mail lands in the midst of ashes ; the bodies are already nibbled by foxes. The next day, a fresh platoon arrives by the road, erects new tents and lights the charcoal pans again. An operation is planned in the massif, to which the isolated platoon unites. Soldiers, marines, gunners, cave commandos, the icy daggers beating their hips, jump out of the helicopters ; propellers blow off the frozen snow ; wrists bleed on the bare rock ; hair, wet, swells the camouflage cap holding it tight. The soldiers, assembled, move off ; the helicopters rise above the trampled snow and plunge into the pink mist ; the soldiers walk along the darkened side of the mountain ; they pass their fingers between the buttons of the battledress and shake their cocks stuck to the underpants by the night's secretions. Under the charred cedar trees, they slow down, they pull out their gourds and drink the courage-instilling brandy ; the ash mixed with snow runs down their forehead and their throat ; the crows soar, drink from the holes of trampled snow ; the soldiers' march makes the noise of a throbbing heart ; they crush the lungs of the snow, snot dries pricking their cracked lips ; the crows shoot out on the silent slopes strewn with cartridge cases and charred branches. Doucen, the chipped mirror he holds tight against his vest, makes his right nipple bleed ; he takes off his cap ; his fair hairs, released, he shakes and rubs them with his fingers where the brandy is drying : the bugs fall in his neck, roll on his shoulder blades ; he writhes in his battledress. +At the beginning of winter, headquarters sends a score of soldiers in the snow, to the col of Tifrit. Without respite they clear the road to the col. This one pierces the island's central massif at an altitude of two thousand meters. Soldiers bivouac under the tent, warm themselves with charcoal pans. They work with the shovel, the pickaxe, the bulldozer. A warrant officer commands them with three corporals. The first year of the war, the platoon is entirely slaughtered by the rebels. The soldiers caught unaware while hard at work, are shot, butchered, mouth open on the snow, mutilated by shovel and pickaxe, the tents and the equipment stolen or set on fire with the charcoal pans. The helicopter bringing the mail lands in the midst of ashes ; the bodies are already nibbled by foxes. The next day, a fresh platoon arrives by the road, erects new tents and lights the charcoal pans again. An operation is planned in the massif, to which the isolated platoon unites. Soldiers, marines, gunners, cave commandos, the icy daggers beating their hips, jump out of the helicopters ; propellers blow off the frozen snow ; wrists bleed on the bare rock ; hair, wet, swells the camouflage cap holding it tight. The soldiers, assembled, move off ; the helicopters rise above the trampled snow and plunge into the pink mist ; the soldiers walk along the darkened side of the mountain ; they pass their fingers between the buttons of the battledress and shake their cocks stuck to the underpants by the night's secretions. Under the charred cedar trees, they slow down, they pull out their gourds and drink the courage-instilling brandy ; the ash mixed with snow runs down their forehead and their throat ; the crows soar, drink from the holes of trampled snow ; the soldiers' march makes the noise of a throbbing heart ; they crush the lungs of the snow, snot dries pricking their cracked lips ; the crows shoot out on the silent slopes strewn with cartridge cases and charred branches. Doucen, the chipped mirror he holds tight against his vest, makes his right nipple bleed ; he takes off his cap ; his fair hairs, released, he shakes and rubs them with his fingers where the brandy is drying~: the bugs fall in his neck, roll on his shoulder blades ; he writhes in his battledress. --- Hey, Doucen, this night, you spoke\ldots @@ -743,9 +743,9 @@ Smaeh, sitting on the milestone of the main road weeps, her bare breast shaking --- One night, I perhaps held her in my arms, in Ecbatane inside the brothel of the harbour where we were embarking ; the whore's lips had a taste of elixir, I pressed her in my arms against the washbasin ; she, her hair covered with the plasterers' lime, was unbuttoning me, and at one go grabbed in her hand my cock and my balls ; the semen was splashing the twigs of boxwood fastened over the bed inside the lead pipe filled with fibres and small haircurls ; motionless and silent I cover her then I rise and move my arms and my hips the way an eagle, weighing down on some prey and strangling it, salutes its death by a fluttering of wings\ldots -The soldiers march down towards lake Goulmine ; the rebels are lying over the ice of the rocks ; a pink cloud passes in the frozen lake ; the crows are eating the ashes of the burnt cedar trees ; the soldiers encircle the outskirts of the lake ; at the massif's foot the roads radiate towards the sea ; the soldiers nibble their enrollment plates ; the sun caresses their back ; the shadow, the wind seize their faces, their chests, their cocks and their knees ; the rifles are turned towards the encircled shadow ; at the whistle blast, they tighten the circle around the lake ; the rebels, taken by the rear, leap out of the rocks ; Doucen, a last time, turns back, sun hits his face and his cock, he gazes at the valley drowned in a sunny mist, the fields, the houses, the trees, the birds of the sun: larks, robins, seagulls ; but turning back once again, he sees a rebel on the lake who, staring at him with his bright eyes under a bloody headband, is preparing his weapons, his fists. At the first impact, the crows shriek, wheel above the wrestling couple ; the scent of powder and blood flushing the veins caressed by the knife-blades warms up the frozen air. Doucen springs forward, he leaps over the intermingled bodies, he holds his dagger against his belly ; the hand grenades explode, the ice splashes Doucen's face and blinds him for a moment, the rebel rushes at him and knocks him down on the ice, crushing with his fist Doucen's throat and spitting on his eyes ; shouts, rattles rise in the sharp air ; reddened ice splits under the weight of the bodies, blood washes the black water ; daggers scratch the ice, rifles slide between the injured bodies ; a soldier and a rebel are wrestling by a rock ; a crow watches them, perched on the charred branches of a cedar ; blood runs forward on the rock wall, between the legs of the soldier pressed against the rock by the rebel ; the soldier tears the rebel's face with the jagged lid of a khaki can ; the rebel crushes with his belly the soldier's belly, little by little, and hitting, digging the lower part with his knee, he chokes the disarmed soldier. Doucen, strangled, rattles ; the rebel disarms him ; a soldier wounded at the throat, grabs Doucen's hand, turns his head towards him, his lips are trembling, blood rolls inside his mouth, a golden blood bubbles at the slit in his throat, he is unarmed, naked : the rebel has undressed him in haste and his already frozen limbs are covered with tatters lifted by the wind ; Doucen clasps that hand. All around, rebels and soldiers intertwined, all of them lying or bracing themselves on the ice, groan, spit, scream. In the first hours of morning, the sun precipitates the mists, the crows shake their shiny wings. The rebels flee carrying away their dead ; the dying soldiers are alone, lying, their cheeks, their foreheads on the ice ; their rattle makes the ice blue ; their knees, suddenly, shiver, their hands open, the shadows of the crows and of the clouds unfold upon the bodies stripped by the rebels' numbed fingers ; buttons, teeth, shreds of rubber bands are strewn across the reddened ice ; Doucen rises leaning on his bloody elbow, he crawls to the edge of the lake and he dies, his head buried in the sunny mist and gorged and scented with birds' chirps, children's screams, fumes from stills and sun lotion ; the dying soldiers see him rise over the ice, his legs drag on the rock, his cartridge belts hanging from his thighs and his belt squeezing his bare belly, the buckle pressing the navel, the crushed ice, reddened, runs along his hips, his face is tilted towards the sky ; the soldiers' eyes mist over, their fingers try to tear off the glazed membrane covering the iris, their throat is cooing ; rocks tumble down, in the high valleys of the Akouker ; a woman, the madam of the Ecbatane Overseas Club climbs the rocks ; then her black boot smeared with vomit, tramples, turns over the heads of the dead ; the soldiers she walks to, her knapsack gripped in her fist, hold out their arms, moan, crawl on their back, towards the rear ; but she, her mouth opened on her flashing teeth adorned with confetti and gossamer, grabs their opened hands and, squatting down, lifts their feet, their legs and drives them into the sack ; then lifts the stiffened body and, the soldier embracing with his arms her nape and her bosom, makes the rest of the body slide in the sack ; the soldier's head falls on his knee ; the woman drags the sack on the ice ; the soldiers still alive crawl towards the edge of the lake, clutch at the rocks and the trunks of the charred cedars ; but the woman separates their hands from the ash and from the rock ; when the last living soldier feels his knees and his belly stiffen and harden, Doucen and all the other soldiers are lying upon the ice at the spot and in the position where the fist, the dagger of the rebels threw and held them, before they lost consciousness. A pink light bathes the naked bodies, their wounds are mirrored inside the reformed ice. +The soldiers march down towards lake Goulmine ; the rebels are lying over the ice of the rocks ; a pink cloud passes in the frozen lake ; the crows are eating the ashes of the burnt cedar trees ; the soldiers encircle the outskirts of the lake ; at the massif's foot the roads radiate towards the sea ; the soldiers nibble their enrollment plates ; the sun caresses their back ; the shadow, the wind seize their faces, their chests, their cocks and their knees ; the rifles are turned towards the encircled shadow ; at the whistle blast, they tighten the circle around the lake ; the rebels, taken by the rear, leap out of the rocks ; Doucen, a last time, turns back, sun hits his face and his cock, he gazes at the valley drowned in a sunny mist, the fields, the houses, the trees, the birds of the sun: larks, robins, seagulls ; but turning back once again, he sees a rebel on the lake who, staring at him with his bright eyes under a bloody headband, is preparing his weapons, his fists. At the first impact, the crows shriek, wheel above the wrestling couple ; the scent of powder and blood flushing the veins caressed by the knife-blades warms up the frozen air. Doucen springs forward, he leaps over the intermingled bodies, he holds his dagger against his belly ; the hand grenades explode, the ice splashes Doucen's face and blinds him for a moment, the rebel rushes at him and knocks him down on the ice, crushing with his fist Doucen's throat and spitting on his eyes ; shouts, rattles rise in the sharp air ; reddened ice splits under the weight of the bodies, blood washes the black water ; daggers scratch the ice, rifles slide between the injured bodies ; a soldier and a rebel are wrestling by a rock ; a crow watches them, perched on the charred branches of a cedar ; blood runs forward on the rock wall, between the legs of the soldier pressed against the rock by the rebel ; the soldier tears the rebel's face with the jagged lid of a khaki can ; the rebel crushes with his belly the soldier's belly, little by little, and hitting, digging the lower part with his knee, he chokes the disarmed soldier. Doucen, strangled, rattles ; the rebel disarms him ; a soldier wounded at the throat, grabs Doucen's hand, turns his head towards him, his lips are trembling, blood rolls inside his mouth, a golden blood bubbles at the slit in his throat, he is unarmed, naked~: the rebel has undressed him in haste and his already frozen limbs are covered with tatters lifted by the wind ; Doucen clasps that hand. All around, rebels and soldiers intertwined, all of them lying or bracing themselves on the ice, groan, spit, scream. In the first hours of morning, the sun precipitates the mists, the crows shake their shiny wings. The rebels flee carrying away their dead ; the dying soldiers are alone, lying, their cheeks, their foreheads on the ice ; their rattle makes the ice blue ; their knees, suddenly, shiver, their hands open, the shadows of the crows and of the clouds unfold upon the bodies stripped by the rebels' numbed fingers ; buttons, teeth, shreds of rubber bands are strewn across the reddened ice ; Doucen rises leaning on his bloody elbow, he crawls to the edge of the lake and he dies, his head buried in the sunny mist and gorged and scented with birds' chirps, children's screams, fumes from stills and sun lotion ; the dying soldiers see him rise over the ice, his legs drag on the rock, his cartridge belts hanging from his thighs and his belt squeezing his bare belly, the buckle pressing the navel, the crushed ice, reddened, runs along his hips, his face is tilted towards the sky ; the soldiers' eyes mist over, their fingers try to tear off the glazed membrane covering the iris, their throat is cooing ; rocks tumble down, in the high valleys of the Akouker ; a woman, the madam of the Ecbatane Overseas Club climbs the rocks ; then her black boot smeared with vomit, tramples, turns over the heads of the dead ; the soldiers she walks to, her knapsack gripped in her fist, hold out their arms, moan, crawl on their back, towards the rear ; but she, her mouth opened on her flashing teeth adorned with confetti and gossamer, grabs their opened hands and, squatting down, lifts their feet, their legs and drives them into the sack ; then lifts the stiffened body and, the soldier embracing with his arms her nape and her bosom, makes the rest of the body slide in the sack ; the soldier's head falls on his knee ; the woman drags the sack on the ice ; the soldiers still alive crawl towards the edge of the lake, clutch at the rocks and the trunks of the charred cedars ; but the woman separates their hands from the ash and from the rock ; when the last living soldier feels his knees and his belly stiffen and harden, Doucen and all the other soldiers are lying upon the ice at the spot and in the position where the fist, the dagger of the rebels threw and held them, before they lost consciousness. A pink light bathes the naked bodies, their wounds are mirrored inside the reformed ice. -Down in the city, the chiefs call for retaliation, the governor throws up his arms, signs a death sentence, washes his hands in the alcove, beats his forehead with his fists, the officers retire, kiss the order for the execution. In the assemblies, he enjoys astonishing them, he speaks of law to these men of force. In the corridors, if he hears a sound of boots, he hides in a little room for brooms and brushes. Since the beginning of the war, he never went out of the island. On the days of national or religious feasts, the military overrun the brothels and the sacristies of Inamenas ; the governor shuts himself up in his palace. Emilienne puts cakes in the sentries' mouth : inebriated, nauseated, their cheeks, their chest, their eyelashes smeared with cream and sugar, they lift the carpets, spew up, and trample their vomit~? The governor, squatting on the carpet, Serge and Fabienne hugging his neck in their arms, opens up the herbaria ; Emilienne sitting on the edge of the sofa, is writing to her former friends of the orphanage ; under the paper, her knees are shining, Serge sees them, his lips become wet on the governor's shoulder ; the sentry leans against the door. Fabienne, behind the governor's head, watches the eyes and the foam on Serge's lips ; then, she flings her mouth on the governor's nape, kisses the artery of the throat ; the governor pushes away the face with his hand ; Serge, his eyes staring at Emilienne's crumpled belly, strokes the faded flowers and the stems from the herbarium : the rebels' cocks, dried up flowers and stems. Emilienne does not look up. Serge falls down in a faint, blood withdraws from his cheeks, his wrists, his knees ; his head has struck the governor's heel. In the evening, Emilienne, still looking down, feeds Serge with her own hand~: +Down in the city, the chiefs call for retaliation, the governor throws up his arms, signs a death sentence, washes his hands in the alcove, beats his forehead with his fists, the officers retire, kiss the order for the execution. In the assemblies, he enjoys astonishing them, he speaks of law to these men of force. In the corridors, if he hears a sound of boots, he hides in a little room for brooms and brushes. Since the beginning of the war, he never went out of the island. On the days of national or religious feasts, the military overrun the brothels and the sacristies of Inamenas ; the governor shuts himself up in his palace. Emilienne puts cakes in the sentries' mouth~: inebriated, nauseated, their cheeks, their chest, their eyelashes smeared with cream and sugar, they lift the carpets, spew up, and trample their vomit~? The governor, squatting on the carpet, Serge and Fabienne hugging his neck in their arms, opens up the herbaria ; Emilienne sitting on the edge of the sofa, is writing to her former friends of the orphanage ; under the paper, her knees are shining, Serge sees them, his lips become wet on the governor's shoulder ; the sentry leans against the door. Fabienne, behind the governor's head, watches the eyes and the foam on Serge's lips ; then, she flings her mouth on the governor's nape, kisses the artery of the throat ; the governor pushes away the face with his hand ; Serge, his eyes staring at Emilienne's crumpled belly, strokes the faded flowers and the stems from the herbarium~: the rebels' cocks, dried up flowers and stems. Emilienne does not look up. Serge falls down in a faint, blood withdraws from his cheeks, his wrists, his knees ; his head has struck the governor's heel. In the evening, Emilienne, still looking down, feeds Serge with her own hand~: --- As long as you will not have loved me yet, I will faint again. @@ -761,7 +761,7 @@ He pulls on the dress at the place of her cunt. Emilienne sits at the edge of th --- Could you play the whore all day round~? And I, my face bandaged, I pass by and you embrace me and you tickle me and you bite my laughter and you did not recognize me. You shake and you wash my cock in the basin, you spray perfume on your pubic hair. You dress me again, you buckle my belt. On the pavement, I pull off the bandage, the dockers catch you by the waist and shoulders, you smoke their cigarettes, they spit the wine in your ears. At dawn, back in the palace and lying by the governor's side, you gasp for breath. At breakfast, I smell your shoulders, and over the steam of tea, in your ear, I utter a cry from the brothel, I smack my lips and your cunt opens and sparkles under the transparent and creased silk\ldots -Fabienne's foam wets the governor's cheek : a dance lights up under the barbed wire, the babies turn over and over on the straw, the sperm and semen of the dancers mating and dancing unbuttoned fall down again on their back and on their shaven head, mix with the fresh earth which their fingers dig between the couples' feet. +Fabienne's foam wets the governor's cheek~: a dance lights up under the barbed wire, the babies turn over and over on the straw, the sperm and semen of the dancers mating and dancing unbuttoned fall down again on their back and on their shaven head, mix with the fresh earth which their fingers dig between the couples' feet. \bigbreak @@ -789,7 +789,7 @@ Serge shivers, he leans his head towards the soldier, this one moves his rifle f \bigbreak -Often, the soldiers deprived of their children or of their brothers, kiss the children along the roads, in the houses they plunder. If they find bedsheets inside those houses, they wrap them round their body, stroke them, they plunge in them their head and their penis. The palace sentries, in the suites of rooms, put their hand on the china and silver cutlery, on the wrong side of the sheets, on Emilienne's coats, on her dresses. But, on the first day of the third year of the war, the soldiers of Takintout post, back from a patrol in the sewers of insurgent Inamenas, after dark, fling themselves, half-naked, their bodies trembling under the tatters of soiled battledress, into the post's courtyard and drop down, all intermingled on the tent canvas unfolded upon the snow by the night sentries for the wind and the snow water to purify its fibres. Woken up at the same instant by the same suffocation, they make a rush, mouth shut, eyes closed, hands groping, for the post's staircase, and, their back touching the wet canvas, scream, cry, stroke each other's shoulders and knees. The lieutenant, barricaded in his room, candle put out, leans his forehead and his ear against the door and loads his automatic pistol. The native auxiliaries break open the kitchen door and, standing, bending, squatting, drive their rotting fangs into the quarters of fresh meat, tearing the shreds and burying them inside their shirt ; some of them, chest gorged with meat, drink straight from the oil bottles, wiping their hands with the vinegar ; some others, already satiated, mouth filled with vinegar, doze off, sprawled on the scraps of nerves and grease piled up under the suspended quarter ; gradually, the vomit accumulating in their throat and their cocks growing hard, they wake up, their legs roll over, their belly grows bare, their lips open, sweat shines in the lines of their hand, in the rings of their cocks erect on the unfastened buckle of the belt ; saucepans, ladles, mugs tumble down on the overturned shelves ; a moonbeam lights up inside : the ear of a young auxiliary whose head is caught between the thighs of a comrade who, head laid on the rim of a dishwater bucket nibbles a tuft of cress and with the other hand is casually wanking, a pearl with blue-tinged gleam ; clot of sperm or bit of garlic spat out\ldots\ The young auxiliary releases his head and crawls onto his comrade's body, their cocks wind round one another, the young auxiliary takes hold of his friend's shoulders he hoists himself up, he moves his chest forward onto the naked and oiled chest of the watercress chewer, he kisses the throat smeared with cress, he kisses on it the nerves and muscles meshed under the skin gashed by the erratic mastication, often hurried by orgasm then slowed down, the mouth remaining open and the thighs opening on the cock grown soft\ldots\ The sentries assemble in the watchtower adjoining the arcade ; pressed close together, they join their mouths to groan, scream, groan, while one of them, carrying the coffee cans in his fists, runs in the arcade ; the lukewarm and heavily sweetened coffee splashes the wattle of palms and lime ; the spilled coffee runs under the door of the lieutenant's room, gets close to the bed, drowns the cockroaches swarming in the screen ; then, rushing towards the crammed comrades, rifles raised sticking out above their half-naked shoulders, the sentry pours the coffee on their legs and, holding up both arms laden with cans, sprinkles the hair and the helmets ; then, all of them, writhing at the contact of the coffee dripping on their shoulder blades and on their loins, embrace each other ; the sentry throws her cans out of the watchtower, they jingle among the rocks soiled with rubbish ; he squats down, parts with his fists a comrade's legs and threads his way and draws himself up between the clenched limbs. Takintout village and regrouping centre, lies awake in the searchlight's beam : rats scamper by the foot of the slaughterhouse walls in the reddened snow ; the springing out of a sentry's elbow out of the shuddering group of which the clothes and the weapons gradually come undone, makes the searchlight tip up towards the sky : Takintout, in the rustling of the gumtrees, returns to the night's darkness from before the rebellion ; the children lying naked, their shit stuck to the straw matting and their night saliva drying on the fingers of their squatting mothers, whine ; the women sit up, hold their arms out towards the freshness poured by the window obstructed by snow ; the youths, sleepy pull their turban from underneath their buttocks and fasten it on their temples with veins swollen by frost ; the women take the buckwheat pancakes from the hearth's embers and, their jewelry clinking on the flooring tiles, blow off the flour, open the sacks wet with snow, hanging above the youths' matting and fragrant with the juniper tree brushed, bent, trimmed by them, at night, in the maquis. Standing, the upper part of the body bending under the roof of toub, they kiss their mothers, the scent of their breasts covered with lukewarm flour shrouds their throat and their downy cheeks ; the children, woken up, crawl on their mats and huddle around the embers shedding a dim light on their navel, their breasts and their eyes open under the scabs\ldots +Often, the soldiers deprived of their children or of their brothers, kiss the children along the roads, in the houses they plunder. If they find bedsheets inside those houses, they wrap them round their body, stroke them, they plunge in them their head and their penis. The palace sentries, in the suites of rooms, put their hand on the china and silver cutlery, on the wrong side of the sheets, on Emilienne's coats, on her dresses. But, on the first day of the third year of the war, the soldiers of Takintout post, back from a patrol in the sewers of insurgent Inamenas, after dark, fling themselves, half-naked, their bodies trembling under the tatters of soiled battledress, into the post's courtyard and drop down, all intermingled on the tent canvas unfolded upon the snow by the night sentries for the wind and the snow water to purify its fibres. Woken up at the same instant by the same suffocation, they make a rush, mouth shut, eyes closed, hands groping, for the post's staircase, and, their back touching the wet canvas, scream, cry, stroke each other's shoulders and knees. The lieutenant, barricaded in his room, candle put out, leans his forehead and his ear against the door and loads his automatic pistol. The native auxiliaries break open the kitchen door and, standing, bending, squatting, drive their rotting fangs into the quarters of fresh meat, tearing the shreds and burying them inside their shirt ; some of them, chest gorged with meat, drink straight from the oil bottles, wiping their hands with the vinegar ; some others, already satiated, mouth filled with vinegar, doze off, sprawled on the scraps of nerves and grease piled up under the suspended quarter ; gradually, the vomit accumulating in their throat and their cocks growing hard, they wake up, their legs roll over, their belly grows bare, their lips open, sweat shines in the lines of their hand, in the rings of their cocks erect on the unfastened buckle of the belt ; saucepans, ladles, mugs tumble down on the overturned shelves ; a moonbeam lights up inside~: the ear of a young auxiliary whose head is caught between the thighs of a comrade who, head laid on the rim of a dishwater bucket nibbles a tuft of cress and with the other hand is casually wanking, a pearl with blue-tinged gleam ; clot of sperm or bit of garlic spat out\ldots\ The young auxiliary releases his head and crawls onto his comrade's body, their cocks wind round one another, the young auxiliary takes hold of his friend's shoulders he hoists himself up, he moves his chest forward onto the naked and oiled chest of the watercress chewer, he kisses the throat smeared with cress, he kisses on it the nerves and muscles meshed under the skin gashed by the erratic mastication, often hurried by orgasm then slowed down, the mouth remaining open and the thighs opening on the cock grown soft\ldots\ The sentries assemble in the watchtower adjoining the arcade ; pressed close together, they join their mouths to groan, scream, groan, while one of them, carrying the coffee cans in his fists, runs in the arcade ; the lukewarm and heavily sweetened coffee splashes the wattle of palms and lime ; the spilled coffee runs under the door of the lieutenant's room, gets close to the bed, drowns the cockroaches swarming in the screen ; then, rushing towards the crammed comrades, rifles raised sticking out above their half-naked shoulders, the sentry pours the coffee on their legs and, holding up both arms laden with cans, sprinkles the hair and the helmets ; then, all of them, writhing at the contact of the coffee dripping on their shoulder blades and on their loins, embrace each other ; the sentry throws her cans out of the watchtower, they jingle among the rocks soiled with rubbish ; he squats down, parts with his fists a comrade's legs and threads his way and draws himself up between the clenched limbs. Takintout village and regrouping centre, lies awake in the searchlight's beam~: rats scamper by the foot of the slaughterhouse walls in the reddened snow ; the springing out of a sentry's elbow out of the shuddering group of which the clothes and the weapons gradually come undone, makes the searchlight tip up towards the sky~: Takintout, in the rustling of the gumtrees, returns to the night's darkness from before the rebellion ; the children lying naked, their shit stuck to the straw matting and their night saliva drying on the fingers of their squatting mothers, whine ; the women sit up, hold their arms out towards the freshness poured by the window obstructed by snow ; the youths, sleepy pull their turban from underneath their buttocks and fasten it on their temples with veins swollen by frost ; the women take the buckwheat pancakes from the hearth's embers and, their jewelry clinking on the flooring tiles, blow off the flour, open the sacks wet with snow, hanging above the youths' matting and fragrant with the juniper tree brushed, bent, trimmed by them, at night, in the maquis. Standing, the upper part of the body bending under the roof of toub, they kiss their mothers, the scent of their breasts covered with lukewarm flour shrouds their throat and their downy cheeks ; the children, woken up, crawl on their mats and huddle around the embers shedding a dim light on their navel, their breasts and their eyes open under the scabs\ldots {\sloppy % --- Your little brothers who were pulling out roots under the rubbish saw your father knocked down over the parapet, his blood was running on the lime, the Frangaouia are beating his bare torso with their rifle butts ; your brothers, huddled at the bottom of the wall, drink, lick the blood ; the Fran\c{c}aouia, perched on the parapet, sprawled on your unconscious father, spit on their shaven heads, their spittle mixes with the blood on your brothers' lips\ldots\ Watch\ldots\ See\ldots\ they can't go to sleep, the searchlight's beam lights up their birth, lashes their turds, their sores, their pustules, it lightens your departure in the night and your return, my hand stirring the embers and kneading the pancakes shaken against your loins during the ambush\ldots \par} @@ -806,20 +806,20 @@ The fresh snow covers the bodies piled up in the courtyard ; the doors of the la --- O Bloody Scout, I give you my wife. By her side desire like the sun never goes to sleep\ldots -The kitchen door gives way : three auxiliaries clasped in each other's arms roll on the flooring tiles covered with ice ; their united mouths are gorged with fresh meat which the kiss squashes against the teeth ; their hands embrace their stripped loins : \speech{\ldots\ the feast of the free men draws to an end ; they vomit the honey cakes and the soda drinks against the pigsty's door ; the children, their throat laced by the confetti, the flag's dye melting on their sweaty chest underneath the shirt, they bend on the field adjoining the slaughterhouse, pick the dried grass ; the women pull the boilers on the sand. O my brothers, they are slaughtering the auxiliaries on the voting tables, the children are playing soccer with the decapitated heads in the sand ; a woman thrusts a ladle, a plate, a fork and spoon inside an auxiliary's decapitated neck ; a flock of cranes flees towards the border ; the sun irradiates the radio antenna ; then darkness covers the peak, the vomit drunk and eaten by the rats, fades away ; in the heart of night, a flower is born on the edge of the manure pile ; all of us, we squat down around it, Mouloud gives it the name of his mother, Mansour the name of his fianc\'ee, Said the one of his child ; leaning over, they caress it ; the pigs bump into our hips. To conquer our fear and make supple our muscles numbed by humiliation, unbuttoned, we make love to each other, propping ourselves up, hands and feet scraping the mud and until dawn we intertwine, straining our joints, pulling the skin, juxtaposing our veins, mixing our locks and our wounds. In the morning it is only one man who climbs on the slaughterhouse's wooden parvis and who whipped by the rebels' brooms, plunges his leg in the boiling water scented with herbs and all his muscles from the ham up to the skull are seized ; blisters burst on his skin still dry ; but the strength of heat snaps his loins ; the upper part of his body, smashed, collapses : the head splits on the edge of the boiler ; the women come to stir the boiled pieces of flesh, they pull them out of water on palmtree staffs, they throw them on the children ; they run away but the women force them to devour those bits of boiled flesh ; the sun, at its zenith, hits the still water where the flesh is bathing ; children, women, executioners, dropping in the grass, on the wooden parvis, at the foot of the piles, are asleep ; blood boils against their teeth ; birds dive into the water, they take away bits of flesh, they carry them to the hollows of the branches in the orchards ; in the evening, woken up, women, children, rebels, auxiliaries only wounded, hostages with smashed teeth roam under the peach trees and the apricot trees, chewing their flowers, smearing the weapons and the whips with pollen\ldots} +The kitchen door gives way~: three auxiliaries clasped in each other's arms roll on the flooring tiles covered with ice ; their united mouths are gorged with fresh meat which the kiss squashes against the teeth ; their hands embrace their stripped loins~: \speech{\ldots\ the feast of the free men draws to an end ; they vomit the honey cakes and the soda drinks against the pigsty's door ; the children, their throat laced by the confetti, the flag's dye melting on their sweaty chest underneath the shirt, they bend on the field adjoining the slaughterhouse, pick the dried grass ; the women pull the boilers on the sand. O my brothers, they are slaughtering the auxiliaries on the voting tables, the children are playing soccer with the decapitated heads in the sand ; a woman thrusts a ladle, a plate, a fork and spoon inside an auxiliary's decapitated neck ; a flock of cranes flees towards the border ; the sun irradiates the radio antenna ; then darkness covers the peak, the vomit drunk and eaten by the rats, fades away ; in the heart of night, a flower is born on the edge of the manure pile ; all of us, we squat down around it, Mouloud gives it the name of his mother, Mansour the name of his fianc\'ee, Said the one of his child ; leaning over, they caress it ; the pigs bump into our hips. To conquer our fear and make supple our muscles numbed by humiliation, unbuttoned, we make love to each other, propping ourselves up, hands and feet scraping the mud and until dawn we intertwine, straining our joints, pulling the skin, juxtaposing our veins, mixing our locks and our wounds. In the morning it is only one man who climbs on the slaughterhouse's wooden parvis and who whipped by the rebels' brooms, plunges his leg in the boiling water scented with herbs and all his muscles from the ham up to the skull are seized ; blisters burst on his skin still dry ; but the strength of heat snaps his loins ; the upper part of his body, smashed, collapses~: the head splits on the edge of the boiler ; the women come to stir the boiled pieces of flesh, they pull them out of water on palmtree staffs, they throw them on the children ; they run away but the women force them to devour those bits of boiled flesh ; the sun, at its zenith, hits the still water where the flesh is bathing ; children, women, executioners, dropping in the grass, on the wooden parvis, at the foot of the piles, are asleep ; blood boils against their teeth ; birds dive into the water, they take away bits of flesh, they carry them to the hollows of the branches in the orchards ; in the evening, woken up, women, children, rebels, auxiliaries only wounded, hostages with smashed teeth roam under the peach trees and the apricot trees, chewing their flowers, smearing the weapons and the whips with pollen\ldots} -Snow covers the intertwined bodies ; the mouths, gorged with snow, are silent. The youths leap over the brooms, they bump into each other in the middle of the forehead, they laugh, they fight in the trampled snow ; the overturned searchlight's beam lights the higher snow. The lieutenant, at dawn, pushes the door of his room, he's gripping a piece of soap in his fist ; he moves forward in the arcade ; the group of sentries is asleep, crammed inside the watchtower ; the lieutenant squats down, presses the soap against the sentries' lips and draws a cross on their chest ; then, while the sentries get up and spit out the soap, he goes down to the courtyard, smears the lips of the soldiers and draws a cross on their chest ; then squatting down, he smears the open mouth of the auxiliaries where sperm sticks to the teeth and draws a cross on their oiled chest ; in the morning, he has a wooden frame brought and put up on the tent canvas, over which two soldiers lay down a pan of hot water ; he orders the lined up soldiers to undress and, their battledress thrown into a boiler held by two auxiliaries, to enter the water and to squat down there, one after the other, water closing up over their shoulders : \speech{\ldots\ Let the same water, soiled by the first of you, O my foster brothers, appease your muscles. Let the secretions of your wrath accumulate on the edge of the pan. And I whose hand has not touched cock nor wiped the wrath on my lips, I master the cry that my blood is carrying towards my throat. O you spirit and flesh combined~! O flesh fucking the spirit~! My animals, my hands. A scent of fuck bathes your hair your hands your voice ; the ambush is heavy with the smell of sperm ; a species of birds new over here, settles down in this fragrance you left behind in the valleys and the forests, build their nests in the tufts and in the cavities where you breathed, in your footsteps and the ruins made by your hands. It precedes you in the ambushes, it grapples on to your cock when you squat down, to your lips when you abuse the women. In the villages, children orphaned by your fists grasp your hips and go through your pockets gorged with war bread and coffeebags and the girls injected with your venom do not flee when you approach, the sun irradiating the black sweat of your loins. O my foster brothers~! I have sucked the milk of your mothers. Then lying beside the young girls in the parks, I sucked their lips and their breasts. Then in the summer of my natural mother's death my lips dry up and hereafter alone my fingers knead my cock to appease it. O my chest lean over the breast of a girl or of a sentry, what does it matter. O my mouth, release my cry of love~! O my tears, gush out, splash the belly where I press my cheek. O my thighs, O my knees, press tightly~! Your cheeks and your lips smile when the scent of my sperm, released, surrounds us. You hide your eyes under my armpit. Your belly withdraws from under mine. You fondle my balls reduced and grown hard ; and my unsheathed cock, while you lie in the opposite direction to me under me, you blow your fresh breath on its edge. A drop of sperm trembles and in a bluish flash rolls on your lips and the last drops still beading, you let them fall on your eyes wide open ; and, your eyelids closed over them, you fall asleep, your head under my propped up loins. I stroke, having lain down and leaned on my elbow next to you, your closed-up cunt inside which my wild sperm is toiling. I smell it. I kiss it. I behold it until dead of night. My hand caresses, takes the shape of, skirts round the breasts, the belly. I lean my face towards your breasts and I watch them breathe. My sperm dries upon your lips, between your eyelids. O my foster brothers~! You whose gesture at once implements the idea, draw by lots from amongst you the one who closing the door of my room on all of you busy with the fatigue duties of equipment and barracking, one moment dazzled by darkness, walks to my bed and by my order lies down there close to me. Then when weary of lying down and his belly purring with hunger, he rises and gets dressed again, I go down into the village and children smile at the scent of shot sperm and dogs and cats coil around my legs\ldots} +Snow covers the intertwined bodies ; the mouths, gorged with snow, are silent. The youths leap over the brooms, they bump into each other in the middle of the forehead, they laugh, they fight in the trampled snow ; the overturned searchlight's beam lights the higher snow. The lieutenant, at dawn, pushes the door of his room, he's gripping a piece of soap in his fist ; he moves forward in the arcade ; the group of sentries is asleep, crammed inside the watchtower ; the lieutenant squats down, presses the soap against the sentries' lips and draws a cross on their chest ; then, while the sentries get up and spit out the soap, he goes down to the courtyard, smears the lips of the soldiers and draws a cross on their chest ; then squatting down, he smears the open mouth of the auxiliaries where sperm sticks to the teeth and draws a cross on their oiled chest ; in the morning, he has a wooden frame brought and put up on the tent canvas, over which two soldiers lay down a pan of hot water ; he orders the lined up soldiers to undress and, their battledress thrown into a boiler held by two auxiliaries, to enter the water and to squat down there, one after the other, water closing up over their shoulders~: \speech{\ldots\ Let the same water, soiled by the first of you, O my foster brothers, appease your muscles. Let the secretions of your wrath accumulate on the edge of the pan. And I whose hand has not touched cock nor wiped the wrath on my lips, I master the cry that my blood is carrying towards my throat. O you spirit and flesh combined~! O flesh fucking the spirit~! My animals, my hands. A scent of fuck bathes your hair your hands your voice ; the ambush is heavy with the smell of sperm ; a species of birds new over here, settles down in this fragrance you left behind in the valleys and the forests, build their nests in the tufts and in the cavities where you breathed, in your footsteps and the ruins made by your hands. It precedes you in the ambushes, it grapples on to your cock when you squat down, to your lips when you abuse the women. In the villages, children orphaned by your fists grasp your hips and go through your pockets gorged with war bread and coffeebags and the girls injected with your venom do not flee when you approach, the sun irradiating the black sweat of your loins. O my foster brothers~! I have sucked the milk of your mothers. Then lying beside the young girls in the parks, I sucked their lips and their breasts. Then in the summer of my natural mother's death my lips dry up and hereafter alone my fingers knead my cock to appease it. O my chest lean over the breast of a girl or of a sentry, what does it matter. O my mouth, release my cry of love~! O my tears, gush out, splash the belly where I press my cheek. O my thighs, O my knees, press tightly~! Your cheeks and your lips smile when the scent of my sperm, released, surrounds us. You hide your eyes under my armpit. Your belly withdraws from under mine. You fondle my balls reduced and grown hard ; and my unsheathed cock, while you lie in the opposite direction to me under me, you blow your fresh breath on its edge. A drop of sperm trembles and in a bluish flash rolls on your lips and the last drops still beading, you let them fall on your eyes wide open ; and, your eyelids closed over them, you fall asleep, your head under my propped up loins. I stroke, having lain down and leaned on my elbow next to you, your closed-up cunt inside which my wild sperm is toiling. I smell it. I kiss it. I behold it until dead of night. My hand caresses, takes the shape of, skirts round the breasts, the belly. I lean my face towards your breasts and I watch them breathe. My sperm dries upon your lips, between your eyelids. O my foster brothers~! You whose gesture at once implements the idea, draw by lots from amongst you the one who closing the door of my room on all of you busy with the fatigue duties of equipment and barracking, one moment dazzled by darkness, walks to my bed and by my order lies down there close to me. Then when weary of lying down and his belly purring with hunger, he rises and gets dressed again, I go down into the village and children smile at the scent of shot sperm and dogs and cats coil around my legs\ldots} -The youths, squatting in the deep end of the cave on the palm hurdles, are eating buckwheat pancakes ; snow covers the rocks around the cave's mouth ; weapons are thrown in piles between their bare feet ; their espadrilles are drying on the sand ; two crows, tied in the deep of the cave, are mating ; the youths laugh, head tilted backwards ; the lookout, perched in a cedar tree planted over the vault of the cave, warms up his fingers in the hair of his cock ; a fighter squadron sparkles for a moment in the blinding sky ; the lookout whistles ; the youths grab their weapons, put on their wet shoes and rush to the rock where the two crows are mating. But the squadron plunges over the sea beating its eyelid against the snowclad plain. Then the youths come out of the dark, they untie their espadrilles, they lie head to head on the sand under a fire of weeds which the sentry puts up on an outcrop of the rock : \speech{\ldots\ the Fran\c{c}aouia burn the palmtrees, napalm whizzes over the oued ; water carries the stones from the bombed houses ; a child cries at the bottom of a cradle carried away ; a barrage of palms and wicker stops the cradle : a soldier, unbuttoned and his cock beating the battledress, dashes forward, he leaps on the barrage which the torrent of ashy water presses back, he grabs the cradle, he holds the baby tight on his chest, he roars and he kisses the baby's loins. O my brothers with the mouth smeared of juniper gruel, the night of Independence, we lie down along the burst open pipes, we drink the water between the concrete blocks\ldots\ Two little girls, downstream from our lips, are dipping bloody linen, shreds of shirt and scarf of their fathers and of their brothers killed and tortured\ldots\ A naked youth, head bandaged, devours a worm straight from the earth, his mothers and his sisters hold him back by the hips and hide with their unfurled dresses the upper part of his body leaning heavily on the mud. The bodies of the traitor auxiliaries, hanging by the throat to the rusty hooks of the slaughterhouse, are spinning in the moonlight. An old woman wipes her face on the reddened grass covering the slaughterhouse sewer. A child squatting under one of the hanging bodies, sucks the fresh blood\ldots} +The youths, squatting in the deep end of the cave on the palm hurdles, are eating buckwheat pancakes ; snow covers the rocks around the cave's mouth ; weapons are thrown in piles between their bare feet ; their espadrilles are drying on the sand ; two crows, tied in the deep of the cave, are mating ; the youths laugh, head tilted backwards ; the lookout, perched in a cedar tree planted over the vault of the cave, warms up his fingers in the hair of his cock ; a fighter squadron sparkles for a moment in the blinding sky ; the lookout whistles ; the youths grab their weapons, put on their wet shoes and rush to the rock where the two crows are mating. But the squadron plunges over the sea beating its eyelid against the snowclad plain. Then the youths come out of the dark, they untie their espadrilles, they lie head to head on the sand under a fire of weeds which the sentry puts up on an outcrop of the rock~: \speech{\ldots\ the Fran\c{c}aouia burn the palmtrees, napalm whizzes over the oued ; water carries the stones from the bombed houses ; a child cries at the bottom of a cradle carried away ; a barrage of palms and wicker stops the cradle~: a soldier, unbuttoned and his cock beating the battledress, dashes forward, he leaps on the barrage which the torrent of ashy water presses back, he grabs the cradle, he holds the baby tight on his chest, he roars and he kisses the baby's loins. O my brothers with the mouth smeared of juniper gruel, the night of Independence, we lie down along the burst open pipes, we drink the water between the concrete blocks\ldots\ Two little girls, downstream from our lips, are dipping bloody linen, shreds of shirt and scarf of their fathers and of their brothers killed and tortured\ldots\ A naked youth, head bandaged, devours a worm straight from the earth, his mothers and his sisters hold him back by the hips and hide with their unfurled dresses the upper part of his body leaning heavily on the mud. The bodies of the traitor auxiliaries, hanging by the throat to the rusty hooks of the slaughterhouse, are spinning in the moonlight. An old woman wipes her face on the reddened grass covering the slaughterhouse sewer. A child squatting under one of the hanging bodies, sucks the fresh blood\ldots} % TODO this one seems almost like a half-break? ask tvscorpion \bigbreak -Giauhare, little emancipated slave from Ecbatane, sews on again the soldiers' buttons and repairs the tears of their battledress ; her flesh is smooth, her eyes slanted, her lips white ; the field officer who used to own her, bought her a laundry hollowed out in the outside wall of the Palace ; she lives there with her mother, and soldiers have regard for her ; the smell of fresh linen, of the washing, in the evening, crosses the street, goes up to the barrackroom windows ; the soldiers turn over on their straw mats, excited and languid at the same time ; the soldiers like the shop, they bury their arms in the baskets of fresh linen and breathe their hands. Giauhare goes from one basket to another, her dress brushes the knees of the soldiers sitting in the semi-darkness ; she prepares tea for her mother, straightens a collar, sews a battledress button on again, her hand grazing a soldier's neck or chin, the thimble knocking against the bare throat and slipping on the sweaty skin ; the soldier gives himself up to those transparent hands, he sees, shining through the fresh and hazy shadow, Giauhare's lips and the needle between them, he listens to the cracking thread and the purring hips of the young girl squatting in front of him. The most violent among the soldiers do not dare touch her ; soldiers are afraid of virgins. Often, in Ecbatane, the field officer, at night, would lift the curtain of the cubicle, where, still a slave, she slept. He bends over her, awoken and her chest panting, he opens the top of the blouse, his nails graze the nipples, his other hand tucks up the blouse, unbuttons his black pyjamas, but she, tears scintillating in her eyes, embraces the officer's neck with her thin arms. He takes them, unfastens them, he joins them at the wrists, he kisses them, his small golden chain, runs on Giauhare's breasts ; his breath smells of wine : at the corner of his lips, shines a rosy foam ; he wipes it with his fingers. +Giauhare, little emancipated slave from Ecbatane, sews on again the soldiers' buttons and repairs the tears of their battledress ; her flesh is smooth, her eyes slanted, her lips white ; the field officer who used to own her, bought her a laundry hollowed out in the outside wall of the Palace ; she lives there with her mother, and soldiers have regard for her ; the smell of fresh linen, of the washing, in the evening, crosses the street, goes up to the barrackroom windows ; the soldiers turn over on their straw mats, excited and languid at the same time ; the soldiers like the shop, they bury their arms in the baskets of fresh linen and breathe their hands. Giauhare goes from one basket to another, her dress brushes the knees of the soldiers sitting in the semi-darkness ; she prepares tea for her mother, straightens a collar, sews a battledress button on again, her hand grazing a soldier's neck or chin, the thimble knocking against the bare throat and slipping on the sweaty skin ; the soldier gives himself up to those transparent hands, he sees, shining through the fresh and hazy shadow, Giauhare's lips and the needle between them, he listens to the cracking thread and the purring hips of the young girl squatting in front of him. The most violent among the soldiers do not dare touch her ; soldiers are afraid of virgins. Often, in Ecbatane, the field officer, at night, would lift the curtain of the cubicle, where, still a slave, she slept. He bends over her, awoken and her chest panting, he opens the top of the blouse, his nails graze the nipples, his other hand tucks up the blouse, unbuttons his black pyjamas, but she, tears scintillating in her eyes, embraces the officer's neck with her thin arms. He takes them, unfastens them, he joins them at the wrists, he kisses them, his small golden chain, runs on Giauhare's breasts ; his breath smells of wine~: at the corner of his lips, shines a rosy foam ; he wipes it with his fingers. \bigbreak -Serge, as a child, at the Junior College of Ouranopolis, is hungry ; his school friends, at night, steal bread from the kitchen. One evening, as he is running on the pavement of the covered playground, a boy of foreign race moves his foot forward : Serge falls forehead against the stone. He remains delirious all through the night. The priests who love him, want to make him confess the boy's name. Serge puffs out his mouth and they withdraw. He is lying inside a dark room. At night, when he's delirious, mouth open on the pillow, his teeth crunch a naphthalene ball, he spits, he screams. Rain hits the windows, squirrels roll among the branches bathed in moonlight and twisted by the storm. A little slave, roaming, shirt and shorts unbuttoned, rides a wet stone, in front of the statue of the Virgo. Worms are swarming under his eyelids, rain hollows and washes the wounds of his knees. Serge rolls over to the left side of the bed, he opens the window, the moon blinds him, the rain wets his sheets~: +Serge, as a child, at the Junior College of Ouranopolis, is hungry ; his school friends, at night, steal bread from the kitchen. One evening, as he is running on the pavement of the covered playground, a boy of foreign race moves his foot forward~: Serge falls forehead against the stone. He remains delirious all through the night. The priests who love him, want to make him confess the boy's name. Serge puffs out his mouth and they withdraw. He is lying inside a dark room. At night, when he's delirious, mouth open on the pillow, his teeth crunch a naphthalene ball, he spits, he screams. Rain hits the windows, squirrels roll among the branches bathed in moonlight and twisted by the storm. A little slave, roaming, shirt and shorts unbuttoned, rides a wet stone, in front of the statue of the Virgo. Worms are swarming under his eyelids, rain hollows and washes the wounds of his knees. Serge rolls over to the left side of the bed, he opens the window, the moon blinds him, the rain wets his sheets~: --- Come to sleep next to me, stroke the watchdog between the eyes, make him lick your cock. Come up quickly, Little Hands. @@ -833,7 +833,7 @@ The little slave plunges his hands in the sack, then his head, the grains jump a --- I've eaten grain in all the farms, today. -In the morning, the priests pull the blanket : Serge is asleep, appeased, with on his black forehead, the tramp's little hands ; as for him, from between his bare buttocks, comes out a flow of turds mixed with grains, his mouth is open on the pillow, his belly hollow, hard, his hands cold. After the little slave has been buried with the pyjamas, Serge, at night, walks in his room and in the polished corridors, wearing his rags. A wagtail sings in the ivy, underneath the shutters. Upon the wall, the moon caresses the rivers, the peaks, the lakes on the relief map of Inamenas. As his father is ambassador, priests bow to him and call him my Lord. The boy of foreign race wanted to avenge an insult made to his country by Ecbatane's diplomatic body. His mother, back from the tropical seas, on the first day of Spring, kisses Serge's still shaded and aching forehead. +In the morning, the priests pull the blanket~: Serge is asleep, appeased, with on his black forehead, the tramp's little hands ; as for him, from between his bare buttocks, comes out a flow of turds mixed with grains, his mouth is open on the pillow, his belly hollow, hard, his hands cold. After the little slave has been buried with the pyjamas, Serge, at night, walks in his room and in the polished corridors, wearing his rags. A wagtail sings in the ivy, underneath the shutters. Upon the wall, the moon caresses the rivers, the peaks, the lakes on the relief map of Inamenas. As his father is ambassador, priests bow to him and call him my Lord. The boy of foreign race wanted to avenge an insult made to his country by Ecbatane's diplomatic body. His mother, back from the tropical seas, on the first day of Spring, kisses Serge's still shaded and aching forehead. --- My darling smells of fir tree and milk. @@ -851,7 +851,7 @@ She pulls the blue velvet trousers by the hem of the thigh and scratches the sta \bigbreak -The rebels live inside the caves. At night, they come down towards the villages, the doors open, the dogs yap. In the middle of the village, on an artificial peak, the infantry post with its four walls of bamboo and clay. The sentry walks along the arcade, gives a start at every call, listens to the doors and the dogs, the rustling of the fruit trees, fights against sleep, strokes the butt of his rifle ; the sling weighs on the shoulder. The soldier's face, his battledress still keep the scent of the zones crossed during the night ambush ; brambles, patches of mud mixed with remains of mosquitoes and marsh flowers, caught on the lower part of the battledress, cover the gap between the rubber-soled canvas shoes and the cloth. In Autumn, soldiers gorge themselves of wild grapes ; the lips, the cheeks of the sentries are violet, their pockets bulging with figs and bunches of grapes, the juice runs through the cloth and drips on chest and thighs, forms around the waist a ring of sugar and filth which melts in the sweat of embraces. The soldiers who keep watch for the first time, are surprised not to see any other light than that of the moon. Inamenas, at night, closes its roads and its doors. Sentries watch over a deserted land : no moving lights between the trees, disappearing, appearing further or closer this time, frail lights, obstinate like the little flame running from the pyrotechnic wheel, between the fires and the gerbes. Only a few early trails of mist, a few smokes rising from the burnt down villages, a few trails of moon. Jackals whine in the valleys, on the hill slopes, among the piles of rubbish ; they dig up the forgotten charnels, unearth bodies of all kind and abandon them at dawn on the tracks, along the houses, corpses, masses of flesh and earth, shaken by the birds and quivering in the morning dew. When the jackals, at night, are hushed, it's because some rebels are on the march. And the soldiers cannot go to sleep ; in their drowsiness, some cover their cocks. They crowd under the arcade, surround the reassured sentry, put a hand on his shoulder, squabble, abuse each other in a low voice. At the far end of the arcade, the calls of the radio operator, the machine's peepings, the small lights of the transmitter and the fat hand of the operator lit by these and untangling the wires and turning the worn knobs. On the table, a pool of black coffee attracts mosquitoes, a piece of bread dries, eaten by the worms and soiled by the flies ; the moth wing's powder falls on the radio operator's bare shoulders, on his arms tensed by the handling of Morse. On the walls, photos of naked women which have been blackened by the hands and the arms and the knees and the soldiers standing on their camp beds rub their cocks against them. On the radio operator's bed, a little black and yellow dog, is asleep, its paw quivering. Cockroaches are running on the mud floor, grazing the operator's bare feet. He, drops the microphone and the pencil, the earphones slide down on his throat ; he raises and folds his legs under his thighs, he grabs the message, he swivels on the stool, the shorts, stretched, tear under the thighs~: +The rebels live inside the caves. At night, they come down towards the villages, the doors open, the dogs yap. In the middle of the village, on an artificial peak, the infantry post with its four walls of bamboo and clay. The sentry walks along the arcade, gives a start at every call, listens to the doors and the dogs, the rustling of the fruit trees, fights against sleep, strokes the butt of his rifle ; the sling weighs on the shoulder. The soldier's face, his battledress still keep the scent of the zones crossed during the night ambush ; brambles, patches of mud mixed with remains of mosquitoes and marsh flowers, caught on the lower part of the battledress, cover the gap between the rubber-soled canvas shoes and the cloth. In Autumn, soldiers gorge themselves of wild grapes ; the lips, the cheeks of the sentries are violet, their pockets bulging with figs and bunches of grapes, the juice runs through the cloth and drips on chest and thighs, forms around the waist a ring of sugar and filth which melts in the sweat of embraces. The soldiers who keep watch for the first time, are surprised not to see any other light than that of the moon. Inamenas, at night, closes its roads and its doors. Sentries watch over a deserted land~: no moving lights between the trees, disappearing, appearing further or closer this time, frail lights, obstinate like the little flame running from the pyrotechnic wheel, between the fires and the gerbes. Only a few early trails of mist, a few smokes rising from the burnt down villages, a few trails of moon. Jackals whine in the valleys, on the hill slopes, among the piles of rubbish ; they dig up the forgotten charnels, unearth bodies of all kind and abandon them at dawn on the tracks, along the houses, corpses, masses of flesh and earth, shaken by the birds and quivering in the morning dew. When the jackals, at night, are hushed, it's because some rebels are on the march. And the soldiers cannot go to sleep ; in their drowsiness, some cover their cocks. They crowd under the arcade, surround the reassured sentry, put a hand on his shoulder, squabble, abuse each other in a low voice. At the far end of the arcade, the calls of the radio operator, the machine's peepings, the small lights of the transmitter and the fat hand of the operator lit by these and untangling the wires and turning the worn knobs. On the table, a pool of black coffee attracts mosquitoes, a piece of bread dries, eaten by the worms and soiled by the flies ; the moth wing's powder falls on the radio operator's bare shoulders, on his arms tensed by the handling of Morse. On the walls, photos of naked women which have been blackened by the hands and the arms and the knees and the soldiers standing on their camp beds rub their cocks against them. On the radio operator's bed, a little black and yellow dog, is asleep, its paw quivering. Cockroaches are running on the mud floor, grazing the operator's bare feet. He, drops the microphone and the pencil, the earphones slide down on his throat ; he raises and folds his legs under his thighs, he grabs the message, he swivels on the stool, the shorts, stretched, tear under the thighs~: --- Guys, an operation for tomorrow\ldots\ Baby, your transistor arrived at headquarters, the post orderly will bring it the day after tomorrow, but he wants to keep the box. @@ -863,39 +863,39 @@ The young rebels, satiated, appeased, their cocks softened, walk back, up toward --- Eat. -They squat over the sparse grass. Two sentries remain by the edge of the hole. The soldiers take out the cans of fish and the ration bread. In the jeep, the radio operator turns up the volume of the radio set and sits among the soldiers. Crazy Horse squats down at his feet. The sun heats the uncovered fair hair and the wine stain on his throat. Crazy Horse pulls his tin opener stuck in the battledress pocket, opens a can, he stabs the frozen fish with a small stick carved as a fork, he lays it on the ration biscuit, the operator grabs it, and swallows it all. Crazy Horse takes the can, tilts his head backwards, he drinks the oil, his lips pressed on the tear of the tinplate, oil drips on his chin, on his throat, sticks his shirt to his chest ; the blue air curls the locks on his forehead and the ones covering the top of his ears. The platoon commander, a little redhead with the face of a raider of birds' nests, is carving a bamboo javelin, he bends it on the nape of Crazy Horse who chokes, spits the oil on his knees. The chief tickles like this other soldiers, under the armpits, under the waist, under the ears, between the thighs, under the feet. Crazy Horse, his stomach heavy, lying, legs spread open, on the stones, thinks with all his might of women, his penis heated by the sun, his knees made languid by beer ; then sperm gushes out, runs over his thighs and under, his knees shake, the radio operator places his hand on Crazy Horse's thigh, on the spot where sperm glues the leopard battledress to the skin ; Crazy Horse's knees give a start then calm down ; the soldiers laugh, Crazy Horse rolls over on his belly, but earth covers his wet buttocks and the chief pricks them with his bamboo. Crazy Horse, face buried in the pebbles, blushes. Sweat shines at the tip of his hair, the operator strokes his shoulders. Already the sun is fuming on the wet canvas. The soldiers dig their daggers in the earth, wipe their oily mouths, doze off, head leaning on the heated tyres of the command-car ; the hoopings of the dynamite crates, cut open, are gleaming. The chief, tilted over the jeep's steering wheel, is asleep, the bamboo hanging between his fingers. Two blue and gold birds, collapse on the overheated bonnet, the male chases the female and squeezes her against the windscreen, he covers her : their semen spatters the windscreen. The sentries, dazzled, see the gleam of lamps hanging in the darkness of the hole ; over them, hover large white and violet butterflies. The dust from their wings falls on the sentries' dry lips. +They squat over the sparse grass. Two sentries remain by the edge of the hole. The soldiers take out the cans of fish and the ration bread. In the jeep, the radio operator turns up the volume of the radio set and sits among the soldiers. Crazy Horse squats down at his feet. The sun heats the uncovered fair hair and the wine stain on his throat. Crazy Horse pulls his tin opener stuck in the battledress pocket, opens a can, he stabs the frozen fish with a small stick carved as a fork, he lays it on the ration biscuit, the operator grabs it, and swallows it all. Crazy Horse takes the can, tilts his head backwards, he drinks the oil, his lips pressed on the tear of the tinplate, oil drips on his chin, on his throat, sticks his shirt to his chest ; the blue air curls the locks on his forehead and the ones covering the top of his ears. The platoon commander, a little redhead with the face of a raider of birds' nests, is carving a bamboo javelin, he bends it on the nape of Crazy Horse who chokes, spits the oil on his knees. The chief tickles like this other soldiers, under the armpits, under the waist, under the ears, between the thighs, under the feet. Crazy Horse, his stomach heavy, lying, legs spread open, on the stones, thinks with all his might of women, his penis heated by the sun, his knees made languid by beer ; then sperm gushes out, runs over his thighs and under, his knees shake, the radio operator places his hand on Crazy Horse's thigh, on the spot where sperm glues the leopard battledress to the skin ; Crazy Horse's knees give a start then calm down ; the soldiers laugh, Crazy Horse rolls over on his belly, but earth covers his wet buttocks and the chief pricks them with his bamboo. Crazy Horse, face buried in the pebbles, blushes. Sweat shines at the tip of his hair, the operator strokes his shoulders. Already the sun is fuming on the wet canvas. The soldiers dig their daggers in the earth, wipe their oily mouths, doze off, head leaning on the heated tyres of the command-car ; the hoopings of the dynamite crates, cut open, are gleaming. The chief, tilted over the jeep's steering wheel, is asleep, the bamboo hanging between his fingers. Two blue and gold birds, collapse on the overheated bonnet, the male chases the female and squeezes her against the windscreen, he covers her~: their semen spatters the windscreen. The sentries, dazzled, see the gleam of lamps hanging in the darkness of the hole ; over them, hover large white and violet butterflies. The dust from their wings falls on the sentries' dry lips. -\ldots Crazy Horse, when still a child, is running barefoot on the debris of granite ; dew and drizzle soak the sheepskin thrown over his shoulders. He runs, he leaps, his herd raises the branches of the fir trees, tramples the needles, horns the trunks and the stubs ; in the valley, the torrent floods the glade, carries away, at night, clutches of kingfisher eggs. Ro\"{\i}on, Crazy Horse's brother, strides over the barbed wires, his hair is strewn with violet petals, his hands and his knees are bloodstained by the rose trees. Their father digs the wet earth, in the electrified glade, higher up, on the southern slope of the Parnassus. Ro\"{\i}on comes upon Crazy Horse, he knocks him down, in the tall grass. They fight, their arms, their legs shoot out, smashing the digitalis ; they fight among the scent of poison. Ro\"{\i}on, with his boots, holds Crazy Horse's bare feet against the earth, but Crazy Horse's shepherd's pipe inside the pocket of his shorts upon the buttock, a loin movement crushes it and pounds it. Crazy Horse shouts, rolls aside, throws his fingers around Ro\"{\i}on's neck. Both boys roll enlaced as far as the stone debris, Crazy Horse clawing Ro\"{\i}on's cheeks and ears. Then Ro\"{\i}on kisses the mouth of Crazy Horse, who foams, cries and laughs at the same time ; both boys mingle their saliva, Ro\"{\i}on moves his knee forward between Crazy Horse's thighs. In the evening, Ro\"{\i}on, getting up from the table, his mouth spattered with soup, goes to the barn ; Crazy Horse gives him a leg up to the cupboard ; Ro\"{\i}on, holding himself erect, pushes his hand over the gallery, touches the buckshot box; his throat beats against the sharp edge of the gallery, his bare feet roll on Crazy Horse's shoulders. Then, the cupboard gives way, it topples over, on the two boys, the glass slits Ro\"{\i}on's throat ; the emptied drawers hold back the tilted cupboard : Crazy Horse, his forehead pierced by the knives and the billhooks, groans, his knees caught under the shelf; his head free inside the cupboard is covered with nails, as if by a swarm of wasps ; the brothers raise the cupboard, pull Ro\"{\i}on's body, their bare arms shaken in the dust of wheat : Crazy Horse crawls on the floor, the brothers push the mother back, by the door ; the wheat dust falls back on the slit throat and on the traces of soup at Ro\"{\i}on's lips, blood bulges his mouth ; the mother screams ; Crazy Horse crawls on his belly, he catches her feet, nibbles them, he wets them with his tears. The father comes out of the farm, he runs among the rocks bathed by moonlight where frost is sparkling, he falls among the branches, his chin hollowing the clay. In the village, schoolboys wearing hooded capes break loose, jostling his legs. The doctor sits his boy in the farm kitchen, he goes up to the room where Ro\"{\i}on is dying. The mother is lying over him, she takes his mouth, a red foam comes out between the boy's teeth, the mother drinks it, the boy rattles and rolls his head over the pillow, the mother kisses his hair powdered with wheat dust, she covers him up entirely ; the father lifts her by the shoulders, she clings to Ro\"{\i}on's hair, the brothers pull her away, make her sit in the alcove, the doctor bends over Ro\"{\i}on, the boy, a stream of blood gushing out on the pillow, dies. In the kitchen, Crazy Horse, the grandmother, lips tight, muffles him up in his brothers' cape, she makes him drink a herb tea ; Crazy Horse's forehead, hands, knees, belly are bloody, blackened, tears have dried in his eyes and on his cheeks, he shivers, his teeth vibrate against the cup. The mother, upstairs, lets out a long shriek and collapses on the alcove floor ; the brothers, the father wail, kneeling around the bed, Crazy Horse gives a start, he drops the cup, he buries his head under the cape ; the doctor's son bends down his head, hands leaning on his knees, the grandmother makes him get up, she pulls a chair towards the cooker, the boy sits down again, his scarf loosened between his thighs, the oven's gleam bathing the blue velvet of his shorts. The sobs from the ceiling have stopped. The doctor comes down again, his forehead is livid and wet with sweat ; he strokes Crazy Horse's shoulders, the boy holds out his arms from under the cape, he grabs the doctor's wrist, he kisses it with his dripping lips. The doctor, sitting at the table, is writing. The father comes down, he stands behind the doctor. Crazy Horse, risen, moves backwards to the charcoal kiln, the doctor leaves with his boy, the father lights the way for them with his lantern. Bending on the car's window, he bursts into tears, the doctor presses his wrist. Along the path, the brooms scratch the car~: +\ldots Crazy Horse, when still a child, is running barefoot on the debris of granite ; dew and drizzle soak the sheepskin thrown over his shoulders. He runs, he leaps, his herd raises the branches of the fir trees, tramples the needles, horns the trunks and the stubs ; in the valley, the torrent floods the glade, carries away, at night, clutches of kingfisher eggs. Ro\"{\i}on, Crazy Horse's brother, strides over the barbed wires, his hair is strewn with violet petals, his hands and his knees are bloodstained by the rose trees. Their father digs the wet earth, in the electrified glade, higher up, on the southern slope of the Parnassus. Ro\"{\i}on comes upon Crazy Horse, he knocks him down, in the tall grass. They fight, their arms, their legs shoot out, smashing the digitalis ; they fight among the scent of poison. Ro\"{\i}on, with his boots, holds Crazy Horse's bare feet against the earth, but Crazy Horse's shepherd's pipe inside the pocket of his shorts upon the buttock, a loin movement crushes it and pounds it. Crazy Horse shouts, rolls aside, throws his fingers around Ro\"{\i}on's neck. Both boys roll enlaced as far as the stone debris, Crazy Horse clawing Ro\"{\i}on's cheeks and ears. Then Ro\"{\i}on kisses the mouth of Crazy Horse, who foams, cries and laughs at the same time ; both boys mingle their saliva, Ro\"{\i}on moves his knee forward between Crazy Horse's thighs. In the evening, Ro\"{\i}on, getting up from the table, his mouth spattered with soup, goes to the barn ; Crazy Horse gives him a leg up to the cupboard ; Ro\"{\i}on, holding himself erect, pushes his hand over the gallery, touches the buckshot box; his throat beats against the sharp edge of the gallery, his bare feet roll on Crazy Horse's shoulders. Then, the cupboard gives way, it topples over, on the two boys, the glass slits Ro\"{\i}on's throat ; the emptied drawers hold back the tilted cupboard~: Crazy Horse, his forehead pierced by the knives and the billhooks, groans, his knees caught under the shelf; his head free inside the cupboard is covered with nails, as if by a swarm of wasps ; the brothers raise the cupboard, pull Ro\"{\i}on's body, their bare arms shaken in the dust of wheat~: Crazy Horse crawls on the floor, the brothers push the mother back, by the door ; the wheat dust falls back on the slit throat and on the traces of soup at Ro\"{\i}on's lips, blood bulges his mouth ; the mother screams ; Crazy Horse crawls on his belly, he catches her feet, nibbles them, he wets them with his tears. The father comes out of the farm, he runs among the rocks bathed by moonlight where frost is sparkling, he falls among the branches, his chin hollowing the clay. In the village, schoolboys wearing hooded capes break loose, jostling his legs. The doctor sits his boy in the farm kitchen, he goes up to the room where Ro\"{\i}on is dying. The mother is lying over him, she takes his mouth, a red foam comes out between the boy's teeth, the mother drinks it, the boy rattles and rolls his head over the pillow, the mother kisses his hair powdered with wheat dust, she covers him up entirely ; the father lifts her by the shoulders, she clings to Ro\"{\i}on's hair, the brothers pull her away, make her sit in the alcove, the doctor bends over Ro\"{\i}on, the boy, a stream of blood gushing out on the pillow, dies. In the kitchen, Crazy Horse, the grandmother, lips tight, muffles him up in his brothers' cape, she makes him drink a herb tea ; Crazy Horse's forehead, hands, knees, belly are bloody, blackened, tears have dried in his eyes and on his cheeks, he shivers, his teeth vibrate against the cup. The mother, upstairs, lets out a long shriek and collapses on the alcove floor ; the brothers, the father wail, kneeling around the bed, Crazy Horse gives a start, he drops the cup, he buries his head under the cape ; the doctor's son bends down his head, hands leaning on his knees, the grandmother makes him get up, she pulls a chair towards the cooker, the boy sits down again, his scarf loosened between his thighs, the oven's gleam bathing the blue velvet of his shorts. The sobs from the ceiling have stopped. The doctor comes down again, his forehead is livid and wet with sweat ; he strokes Crazy Horse's shoulders, the boy holds out his arms from under the cape, he grabs the doctor's wrist, he kisses it with his dripping lips. The doctor, sitting at the table, is writing. The father comes down, he stands behind the doctor. Crazy Horse, risen, moves backwards to the charcoal kiln, the doctor leaves with his boy, the father lights the way for them with his lantern. Bending on the car's window, he bursts into tears, the doctor presses his wrist. Along the path, the brooms scratch the car~: --- All of them, I brought them into the world. When your mother came with me, all of them would offer her armfuls of flowers, on the way back, they were shooting out from between our mouths. Ro\"{\i}on's head rolls over the father's arm, the grandmother washes the blood on Ro\"{\i}on's lips and throat. -In occupied Ecbatane, the mother hangs the washed linen in the charcoal dust. Crazy Horse's brothers work, mixed in with the slaves, in the coal and gold mines. The bones and muscles of their arms and of their chest, shaken by the pneumatic drill, pierce through their skin. The father gets drunk and shows his cock in the estuary's gambling-dens. Crazy Horse, in the afternoon, his head made heavy by wine, rises from the straw mattress, his mother is beating the laundry at the entrance of the cellar ; the pipes of the building's cesspools burst during winter inside their room, a cellar dug out in the coal ; Crazy Horse, standing on tiptoe, watches through the basement window : women are walking on the pavement, he sees their legs, their creased feet, a tube of lipstick clinks and shines on the pavement. Crazy Horse moves his hand forward, takes the tube, a woman's hand then covers his hand ; the whore, squatting, bends down her head, strokes Crazy Horse's moist hand, she laughs, she sings softly, Crazy Horse touches her arm, the whore, squatting, turns up the lam\'e dress up to the belly, she takes Crazy Horse's hand and lays it between her thighs, on the creased underwear. Crazy Horse turns his head towards the threshold where his mother is beating the laundry, a small cooing swells her throat ; the mother looks up, brandishes the beater, the whore gets up and moves away ; Crazy Horse raises to his nostrils, and to his lips the humid and scented hand. All afternoon, Crazy Horse rubs his belly to the walls, to his mother's legs and hips. In the evening, he sits on the doorstep, his thighs spread open, cock bulging the shorts' pale blue cloth, forehead and knees wet with sweat. He opens and closes his thighs, he grasps his cock between his palms. An enemy man, on the backseat of a black limousine, taps the driver on the shoulder ; the car slows down, the enemy opens the door, he calls Crazy Horse, the boy stands up, he moves towards the car, the man pulls out an automaton from his shirt : a little shepherd playing the pipe ; the enemy takes Crazy Horse, who's holding the automaton against his uncovered chest, by his free hand, he drags the boy into the ruins and already, among the tall nettles, fondles his loins, the grimy cloth of the shorts over the buttocks, and while lifting them up ; Crazy Horse spits then on the enemy, he escapes, his brothers are walking in the street, he places himself in their midst, he takes the strongest one's hand, the automaton is whistling against his chest. +In occupied Ecbatane, the mother hangs the washed linen in the charcoal dust. Crazy Horse's brothers work, mixed in with the slaves, in the coal and gold mines. The bones and muscles of their arms and of their chest, shaken by the pneumatic drill, pierce through their skin. The father gets drunk and shows his cock in the estuary's gambling-dens. Crazy Horse, in the afternoon, his head made heavy by wine, rises from the straw mattress, his mother is beating the laundry at the entrance of the cellar ; the pipes of the building's cesspools burst during winter inside their room, a cellar dug out in the coal ; Crazy Horse, standing on tiptoe, watches through the basement window~: women are walking on the pavement, he sees their legs, their creased feet, a tube of lipstick clinks and shines on the pavement. Crazy Horse moves his hand forward, takes the tube, a woman's hand then covers his hand ; the whore, squatting, bends down her head, strokes Crazy Horse's moist hand, she laughs, she sings softly, Crazy Horse touches her arm, the whore, squatting, turns up the lam\'e dress up to the belly, she takes Crazy Horse's hand and lays it between her thighs, on the creased underwear. Crazy Horse turns his head towards the threshold where his mother is beating the laundry, a small cooing swells her throat ; the mother looks up, brandishes the beater, the whore gets up and moves away ; Crazy Horse raises to his nostrils, and to his lips the humid and scented hand. All afternoon, Crazy Horse rubs his belly to the walls, to his mother's legs and hips. In the evening, he sits on the doorstep, his thighs spread open, cock bulging the shorts' pale blue cloth, forehead and knees wet with sweat. He opens and closes his thighs, he grasps his cock between his palms. An enemy man, on the backseat of a black limousine, taps the driver on the shoulder ; the car slows down, the enemy opens the door, he calls Crazy Horse, the boy stands up, he moves towards the car, the man pulls out an automaton from his shirt~: a little shepherd playing the pipe ; the enemy takes Crazy Horse, who's holding the automaton against his uncovered chest, by his free hand, he drags the boy into the ruins and already, among the tall nettles, fondles his loins, the grimy cloth of the shorts over the buttocks, and while lifting them up ; Crazy Horse spits then on the enemy, he escapes, his brothers are walking in the street, he places himself in their midst, he takes the strongest one's hand, the automaton is whistling against his chest. -Turds are gushing out of the tear in the pipe, the brothers bind the burst lead with floorcloths ; at night, the flow of turds touches the cheek of Crazy Horse asleep ; in the morning, the boy washes the soiled automaton, he lays it on the doorstep, he lowers his ear, he listens to the shepherd's pipe. Crazy Horse's gang runs down the street, the boys are holding hands, they escort Crazy Horse riding his old bike, they steal fruits, combs and tubes of brilliantine from the shop stalls : in the ruins, they smoke, hold contests of spitting and pissing, they comb, they lacquer their hair and rub their hands smeared with brilliantine to their hips or in the holes of their pockets. In the building's staircase, on the upper floors, doors are open, on the landings, and the boys watch the furious matings of lovers and adulteresses on the unmade beds, salivate, lick their lips, gasp in chorus ; they stop Novarina, a boy from Ecbatane's Junior College : he's carrying rice and sugar to an old woman, the boys snatch the parcels, go through Novarina's pockets and run away with the Mutual Aid's money ; at noon, they stop him again on the landing ; the old woman, who still paints her lips, inebriated, held him against the door then pushed him down on the bed littered with cats and kissed him on the mouth, in the cavity of the subsiding eiderdown ; he's carrying two pails of shit, he has one foot in the latrines opening on the landing, wind comes out from the hole and curls the cloth of his shorts up his thigh, and his hair on his forehead ; the boys grip him, Crazy Horse picks up the soiled papers, he crumples them on Novarina's lips and in his black hair. The boy struggles, Crazy Horse gags him with the papers ; then Crazy Horse lifts the pails' lids, the boys plunge Novarina's head in the first pail and hold it under the turds, Crazy Horse grabs the boy's feet, he plunges them in the second pail ; Novarina suffocates, shit covers his hair, the boys press his nape down, Crazy Horse strikes Novarina's buttocks and back with the broom, he drives it under the boy's shorts ; the boys, the front of their body all splashed, laugh. The boy's back grows hollow, his nape quivers, his choked cry stirs the turds in the pail ; his whole body is soiled ; Crazy Horse, with the broom, paints his bare legs. When the boys release him, the body collapses between the two pails ; Crazy Horse strikes, then sperm spurts out of his hardened cock and wets his thighs, foam bathes his chin ; sperm darkens the shorts' blue cloth and runs down on his knees ; the boys notice it, they step aside, they run away ; Crazy Horse again, strikes Novarina's nape : again, sperm splashes his thighs, tears stream down as far as his shirt's collar. He throws the broom in the latrines, he lifts Novarina's shoulders, the head comes out of the pail, the mouth, livid, is open, liquid shit runs on the eyes, on the ears, out of the mouth ; Crazy Horse lifts the head by the hair, with his other hand, he wipes Novarina's eyelids, he caresses the eyes with the tip of the fingers ; his heart throbbing, he takes the body under the waist, he lifts it up in his arms, he lays it in the latrines, he picks up the broom, he hangs it on the soiled wall ; on the edge of the window, ringed worms are basking in the sun ; Crazy Horse carries the pails to the latrines, he unhooks the door bolt ; he squats down, he pulls his cock out of his shorts, he shakes it, sperm spatters his legs and the steps. The boy's body lying across the hole, his belly under Crazy Horse's buttocks, is bathed by the sun. Crazy Horse gets up, he buttons his shorts, he leans over Novarina's soiled body, he blows on his eyes, on his lips, he unfastens his belt, unbuttons the boy's shorts and shirt, he covers the chest and the belly with his hand : the heart, the throat, everywhere he removes the shit, unsticks the clothes. He sets his lips on the soiled ones of the boy, he blows into his mouth, his tongue touches the tongue of the boy. Then, his hands leaning on the stoneware and his palms brushing the heap of turds and papers, he bites his head ; but the boy is dead, and in Ecbatane's sky, the bombers cast shadow under their glistening bodies. With the screams of sirens, women, children, leap down the stairs : children's fists against the latrines' door. Crazy Horse puts his fists on his ears, he leans his back to the wall ; the building shakes under the downpour, it falls in ; by evening, among the rubble, his nostrils open to the scents of broken wood, a young soldier wearing a light helmet, discovers the enlaced bodies of Crazy Horse and Novarina. +Turds are gushing out of the tear in the pipe, the brothers bind the burst lead with floorcloths ; at night, the flow of turds touches the cheek of Crazy Horse asleep ; in the morning, the boy washes the soiled automaton, he lays it on the doorstep, he lowers his ear, he listens to the shepherd's pipe. Crazy Horse's gang runs down the street, the boys are holding hands, they escort Crazy Horse riding his old bike, they steal fruits, combs and tubes of brilliantine from the shop stalls~: in the ruins, they smoke, hold contests of spitting and pissing, they comb, they lacquer their hair and rub their hands smeared with brilliantine to their hips or in the holes of their pockets. In the building's staircase, on the upper floors, doors are open, on the landings, and the boys watch the furious matings of lovers and adulteresses on the unmade beds, salivate, lick their lips, gasp in chorus ; they stop Novarina, a boy from Ecbatane's Junior College~: he's carrying rice and sugar to an old woman, the boys snatch the parcels, go through Novarina's pockets and run away with the Mutual Aid's money ; at noon, they stop him again on the landing ; the old woman, who still paints her lips, inebriated, held him against the door then pushed him down on the bed littered with cats and kissed him on the mouth, in the cavity of the subsiding eiderdown ; he's carrying two pails of shit, he has one foot in the latrines opening on the landing, wind comes out from the hole and curls the cloth of his shorts up his thigh, and his hair on his forehead ; the boys grip him, Crazy Horse picks up the soiled papers, he crumples them on Novarina's lips and in his black hair. The boy struggles, Crazy Horse gags him with the papers ; then Crazy Horse lifts the pails' lids, the boys plunge Novarina's head in the first pail and hold it under the turds, Crazy Horse grabs the boy's feet, he plunges them in the second pail ; Novarina suffocates, shit covers his hair, the boys press his nape down, Crazy Horse strikes Novarina's buttocks and back with the broom, he drives it under the boy's shorts ; the boys, the front of their body all splashed, laugh. The boy's back grows hollow, his nape quivers, his choked cry stirs the turds in the pail ; his whole body is soiled ; Crazy Horse, with the broom, paints his bare legs. When the boys release him, the body collapses between the two pails ; Crazy Horse strikes, then sperm spurts out of his hardened cock and wets his thighs, foam bathes his chin ; sperm darkens the shorts' blue cloth and runs down on his knees ; the boys notice it, they step aside, they run away ; Crazy Horse again, strikes Novarina's nape~: again, sperm splashes his thighs, tears stream down as far as his shirt's collar. He throws the broom in the latrines, he lifts Novarina's shoulders, the head comes out of the pail, the mouth, livid, is open, liquid shit runs on the eyes, on the ears, out of the mouth ; Crazy Horse lifts the head by the hair, with his other hand, he wipes Novarina's eyelids, he caresses the eyes with the tip of the fingers ; his heart throbbing, he takes the body under the waist, he lifts it up in his arms, he lays it in the latrines, he picks up the broom, he hangs it on the soiled wall ; on the edge of the window, ringed worms are basking in the sun ; Crazy Horse carries the pails to the latrines, he unhooks the door bolt ; he squats down, he pulls his cock out of his shorts, he shakes it, sperm spatters his legs and the steps. The boy's body lying across the hole, his belly under Crazy Horse's buttocks, is bathed by the sun. Crazy Horse gets up, he buttons his shorts, he leans over Novarina's soiled body, he blows on his eyes, on his lips, he unfastens his belt, unbuttons the boy's shorts and shirt, he covers the chest and the belly with his hand~: the heart, the throat, everywhere he removes the shit, unsticks the clothes. He sets his lips on the soiled ones of the boy, he blows into his mouth, his tongue touches the tongue of the boy. Then, his hands leaning on the stoneware and his palms brushing the heap of turds and papers, he bites his head ; but the boy is dead, and in Ecbatane's sky, the bombers cast shadow under their glistening bodies. With the screams of sirens, women, children, leap down the stairs~: children's fists against the latrines' door. Crazy Horse puts his fists on his ears, he leans his back to the wall ; the building shakes under the downpour, it falls in ; by evening, among the rubble, his nostrils open to the scents of broken wood, a young soldier wearing a light helmet, discovers the enlaced bodies of Crazy Horse and Novarina. Crazy Horse, knocked senseless, Novarina's smashed jaw caught in his mouth, moves a knee. All around, on the steps of the shattered stairs, the maimed bodies of children and women caught while fleeing. The soldier takes Crazy Horse in his arms, he carries him under the khaki tent. Through the holes in the canvas, Crazy Horse awoken sees the flares die in the wake of stars, bombers, fighters, burst in flames, explode, collapse into Ecbatane's estuary, incandescent bodies bounce over the piers, burn the fleeing children, slice the bare feet of slaves tied to the stakes, topple over the barracks of the Slave Trade. On the straw mattress, the mother comes to lie, she hugs Crazy Horse against her bosom ; the soldiers plunge their blackened head in the water holes, open their mouths to the tears in the pipes, water streams under their battledress ; the brothers, decapitated by the building's gutter, shirt tucked up to the shoulders, the tanks' caterpillars flatten them out ; the mother is trembling. Crazy Horse falls asleep, mouth open in the heavy soaked hair. The phosphorus bombs whizz on the estuary ; the orphans, on fire, fling themselves against the walls of toppled bricks, howl when a night breath brushes their hands or their lips. -Crazy Horse changes the sheets after each embrace. The mother beats the laundry at the town wash-houses. Crazy Horse, drunk, in the evening, hits her with her laundry beater. In daytime, he trots along the brothel's tiled floor, with foamy lips, and the sperm held back, arms laden with fresh sheets and sponges ; the whore plays the Pianola on Crazy Horse's naked body, the lamp's dust falls on the boy's nostrils ; the whore raises her cunt, she smears it with lipstick. The mother, at night, undresses Crazy Horse, washes the reddened cock : the naked boy, feet in the bucket's water, arms held up, eats a brioche, crumbs fall on the mother's uncombed hair, kneeling against the bucket. At the brothel, men and whores make him drunk, a whore climbs on the table and sways her hips, loins jutted out backwards ; she takes in her hand her dress and her secret linen, she strikes them with her other hand ; Crazy Horse bursts out laughing, he jumps off the men's knees, he runs behind the bar : in the cash-register's drawer, he takes the sabre-razor, the one the madam shaves the girl's pubic hair with, the tramps' and night dockers' too hard cheeks, and often the pimply ones of a young customer who dawdles, a flower on the ear, inside the whore's bed : he picks up his satchel behind the bar and he runs, the wind chilling his refreshed cheeks, towards the rebuilt high school. Crazy Horse grips the razor board in his fist, he undresses, he throws his shorts on the table and he strikes with the board ; with the movement, his penis held only by the underpants of colourless wool, is shaken : the whore, coming down, squats down at Crazy Horse's feet and kisses it through the wool ; Crazy Horse strikes the shorts, tears scintillate under his pale eyes : then sperm spurts out, pierces through the wool, runs over the hem : the whore covers the whole cock with her open mouth and her tongue licks the sperm on the wool ; her hands grip Crazy Horse's thighs ; the men sitting or leaning on the wall or on the bar, pant, laugh, the whores clap their hands, they lean their heads on their chest and on the men's shoulders, nibble their ears. The storm blows a green dust under the door, casts shadows and scarlet glimmers on the windows, the dust goes up Crazy Horse's bare legs, clings to the sperm spilled on his thighs ; the whore kisses the boy's navel, he, pulling with his teeth the skin from the chin, holds back his tears beneath his eyelids ; the whore tickles him under the armpit : he bursts out laughing, he waves the razor, he scrapes the sweat on his throat and on his stretched neck~: +Crazy Horse changes the sheets after each embrace. The mother beats the laundry at the town wash-houses. Crazy Horse, drunk, in the evening, hits her with her laundry beater. In daytime, he trots along the brothel's tiled floor, with foamy lips, and the sperm held back, arms laden with fresh sheets and sponges ; the whore plays the Pianola on Crazy Horse's naked body, the lamp's dust falls on the boy's nostrils ; the whore raises her cunt, she smears it with lipstick. The mother, at night, undresses Crazy Horse, washes the reddened cock~: the naked boy, feet in the bucket's water, arms held up, eats a brioche, crumbs fall on the mother's uncombed hair, kneeling against the bucket. At the brothel, men and whores make him drunk, a whore climbs on the table and sways her hips, loins jutted out backwards ; she takes in her hand her dress and her secret linen, she strikes them with her other hand ; Crazy Horse bursts out laughing, he jumps off the men's knees, he runs behind the bar~: in the cash-register's drawer, he takes the sabre-razor, the one the madam shaves the girl's pubic hair with, the tramps' and night dockers' too hard cheeks, and often the pimply ones of a young customer who dawdles, a flower on the ear, inside the whore's bed~: he picks up his satchel behind the bar and he runs, the wind chilling his refreshed cheeks, towards the rebuilt high school. Crazy Horse grips the razor board in his fist, he undresses, he throws his shorts on the table and he strikes with the board ; with the movement, his penis held only by the underpants of colourless wool, is shaken~: the whore, coming down, squats down at Crazy Horse's feet and kisses it through the wool ; Crazy Horse strikes the shorts, tears scintillate under his pale eyes~: then sperm spurts out, pierces through the wool, runs over the hem~: the whore covers the whole cock with her open mouth and her tongue licks the sperm on the wool ; her hands grip Crazy Horse's thighs ; the men sitting or leaning on the wall or on the bar, pant, laugh, the whores clap their hands, they lean their heads on their chest and on the men's shoulders, nibble their ears. The storm blows a green dust under the door, casts shadows and scarlet glimmers on the windows, the dust goes up Crazy Horse's bare legs, clings to the sperm spilled on his thighs ; the whore kisses the boy's navel, he, pulling with his teeth the skin from the chin, holds back his tears beneath his eyelids ; the whore tickles him under the armpit~: he bursts out laughing, he waves the razor, he scrapes the sweat on his throat and on his stretched neck~: ---- My mother, at night, crawls towards my bed, the razor lying on her bare back : she wants to cut all the hair on my body and keep me as a child. Often, I push her hand away from my cock and her muzzle her with my clothes thrown on the ground. She quivers behind the latrine's door when turds burst between my buttocks, she passes her tongue over her lips. She eats the hair she cut on me asleep, she goes out through the window, she tucks up her dress over her knees and the moon bathes her sleeping cunt, she trots on the paths of Leuctres, the green dogs jumping around her : she gives them to eat the skins and the dead pleats of her cunt. When she comes back, I wait for her under the window and I hit her with her beaters, until dawn and sperm streams down my legs\ldots +--- My mother, at night, crawls towards my bed, the razor lying on her bare back~: she wants to cut all the hair on my body and keep me as a child. Often, I push her hand away from my cock and her muzzle her with my clothes thrown on the ground. She quivers behind the latrine's door when turds burst between my buttocks, she passes her tongue over her lips. She eats the hair she cut on me asleep, she goes out through the window, she tucks up her dress over her knees and the moon bathes her sleeping cunt, she trots on the paths of Leuctres, the green dogs jumping around her~: she gives them to eat the skins and the dead pleats of her cunt. When she comes back, I wait for her under the window and I hit her with her beaters, until dawn and sperm streams down my legs\ldots -The whore covers her head with Crazy Horse's shorts and grunts underneath, the boy caresses her breasts with his hair ; the madam, coming out of the laundry, forehead and cheeks wet with steam, seizes Crazy Horse by the ears, she snatches the shorts from the whore's head, she drags the boy away : against the streaming wall of the laundry, Crazy Horse buttons his shorts again, he passes his fingers in his hair, he takes the warm sheets in his arms, he nibbles the hem and the madame's initials : on the landing, he looks at himself in the mirror wardrobe, he arches his back. In the dark room, there is a noise of lark's and kite's wings. +The whore covers her head with Crazy Horse's shorts and grunts underneath, the boy caresses her breasts with his hair ; the madam, coming out of the laundry, forehead and cheeks wet with steam, seizes Crazy Horse by the ears, she snatches the shorts from the whore's head, she drags the boy away~: against the streaming wall of the laundry, Crazy Horse buttons his shorts again, he passes his fingers in his hair, he takes the warm sheets in his arms, he nibbles the hem and the madame's initials~: on the landing, he looks at himself in the mirror wardrobe, he arches his back. In the dark room, there is a noise of lark's and kite's wings. -The day before embarking, Crazy Horse and two other soldiers escape from the Transit District, they run along the Ocean, on the deserted piers, their espadrilles hitting the shadows of the battleships' masts and turrets ; two men stop them on the cove's pebbles ; they sit down in the boat, Crazy Horse watches the underwater lights and the straps caught under the pebbles : the rolling of the boat gives him a hard-on ; both men have painted eyes and lips : Crazy Horse climbs the rope ladder, on the blue cutter's broadside, underneath him one of the painted men pokes and shakes his hair against his buttocks ; Crazy Horse, a lump in his throat, jumps on deck, he tilts his head backwards, the moon dazzles his eyes and runs on his throat ; riggings, tackles, masts are vibrating : a young man, in white clothes, comes towards the soldiers : the two painted men lie down on the ropes at the bow, a blackdog is asleep in the furled sails ; camp beds, deck chairs, blankets, are laid out in the centre of the deck : the young man invites the soldiers to lie there ; then, he squats down, he crawls under the deck chairs, under the beds, lifts with his jaw, with his back, their loins bearing on the canvas, he purrs, he lies underneath them and, straightening up on his elbows, he rubs his belly and his hardened cock against the canvas ; the solders pull out cigarettes from their shirt, they smoke, their free hand dragging on the deck. The young man comes out, gets up from between their legs ; his hand swift and light fondles their hardened cocks under the battledress cloth ; a girl then lifts up the hatch, at the foot of the mast : Crazy Horse sees her hand, her painted nails brush the iron fittings of the hatch ; she leans against the middle mast, her body held tight, naked underneath, in a grey schoolboy's smock with red edgings ; the young man presses his hand more heavily on Crazy Horse's cock~: +The day before embarking, Crazy Horse and two other soldiers escape from the Transit District, they run along the Ocean, on the deserted piers, their espadrilles hitting the shadows of the battleships' masts and turrets ; two men stop them on the cove's pebbles ; they sit down in the boat, Crazy Horse watches the underwater lights and the straps caught under the pebbles~: the rolling of the boat gives him a hard-on ; both men have painted eyes and lips~: Crazy Horse climbs the rope ladder, on the blue cutter's broadside, underneath him one of the painted men pokes and shakes his hair against his buttocks ; Crazy Horse, a lump in his throat, jumps on deck, he tilts his head backwards, the moon dazzles his eyes and runs on his throat ; riggings, tackles, masts are vibrating~: a young man, in white clothes, comes towards the soldiers~: the two painted men lie down on the ropes at the bow, a blackdog is asleep in the furled sails ; camp beds, deck chairs, blankets, are laid out in the centre of the deck~: the young man invites the soldiers to lie there ; then, he squats down, he crawls under the deck chairs, under the beds, lifts with his jaw, with his back, their loins bearing on the canvas, he purrs, he lies underneath them and, straightening up on his elbows, he rubs his belly and his hardened cock against the canvas ; the solders pull out cigarettes from their shirt, they smoke, their free hand dragging on the deck. The young man comes out, gets up from between their legs ; his hand swift and light fondles their hardened cocks under the battledress cloth ; a girl then lifts up the hatch, at the foot of the mast~: Crazy Horse sees her hand, her painted nails brush the iron fittings of the hatch ; she leans against the middle mast, her body held tight, naked underneath, in a grey schoolboy's smock with red edgings ; the young man presses his hand more heavily on Crazy Horse's cock~: --- He who fucks me tonight will get twice as much money ; the girl, the two other soldiers may fuck her in exchange for the agreed sum. I choose the boy. You. You. Get up. The young man seizes Crazy Horse by the neck, his fingers move up into the boy's hair, under the beret, he draws the boy against the handrail~: ---- I love to fuck boys standing up. You, they made you, leaning against the latrines' door and the orgasm interrupted by the tenants passing on the landing. And it's your mother who taught you to fuck. Look at the other soldiers : neck too long but you\ldots +--- I love to fuck boys standing up. You, they made you, leaning against the latrines' door and the orgasm interrupted by the tenants passing on the landing. And it's your mother who taught you to fuck. Look at the other soldiers~: neck too long but you\ldots And he squeezes between his fingers the throat of Crazy Horse choking~: --- belly soft, and you, yours is as hard as a shingle. -And he kneads Crazy Horse's belly under the battledress cloth. : --- \ldots a cock too short and too sharp but you\ldots +And he kneads Crazy Horse's belly under the battledress cloth.~: --- \ldots a cock too short and too sharp but you\ldots He drives his hand under the belt, lifts the cock, pulls towards him the testicles~: @@ -905,7 +905,7 @@ The young man drags Crazy Horse to his cabin, he holds him against the bulkhead The young man, his wolf's mask thrown on the floor, knocks down Crazy Horse on the bed, trampling and biting the soldier's throat ; Crazy Horse, his forehead heated by the spirits he drank at the district, gives himself up to the hands, nails and lips of the young man, who, with his hands moist and furious as flies, pulls back against the boy's half-naked body the lace and embroidering of the bedspread. Their sperm squirts out, spatters, sparkles in the moonlight, shimmers, poured out over Crazy Horse's belly. The young man crawls, writhes, pants over the naked boy, he opens the thighs with his knee, he holds at the same time, in his fist, the boy's cock and his own ; Crazy Horse's foot, tight, sweating inside the rope-soled shoe, brushes the fruits in the bowl, and the heel's sweat mingles with the juice secreted by the fruits' rents. The cutter pitches, Crazy Horse, the young man's burning tongue scouring his forehead and his eyes, pulls away his hand caught under the young man's fist, he covers his mouth with it, but the young man bites that hand, he spits into it, he closes it up, saliva comes out between the boy's fingers, the young man opens the hand again, he rubs it to his uncovered chest, then to his cock. -The porthole is open on the night, the seabirds cross the moonlight ; Crazy Horse, mouth distended by vomit, lifts his loins out of the bedspread's folds : sweat runs between his buttocks ; on deck, soldiers lying besides the girl, take her in turn, without changing beds : their sperm scintillates on the girl's half-open cunt. The young man opens his hand on Crazy Horse's belly, he lifts himself up a little on the fist, he spreads the sperm over the boy's chest, up to the throat, glues and combs the down and the hair of the torso, of the armpits ; then, he turns over the boy on his belly, he picks up the wolf's mask, he puts it on, he kneels down, his thighs squeezing the boy's loins. Crazy Horse, his head buried in the lace, vomits, chokes, the young man strokes the quivers of his shoulders, the young man's cock beats against the upper part of the boy's buttocks ; vomit moves forward under Crazy Horse's throat, under his chest. +The porthole is open on the night, the seabirds cross the moonlight ; Crazy Horse, mouth distended by vomit, lifts his loins out of the bedspread's folds~: sweat runs between his buttocks ; on deck, soldiers lying besides the girl, take her in turn, without changing beds~: their sperm scintillates on the girl's half-open cunt. The young man opens his hand on Crazy Horse's belly, he lifts himself up a little on the fist, he spreads the sperm over the boy's chest, up to the throat, glues and combs the down and the hair of the torso, of the armpits ; then, he turns over the boy on his belly, he picks up the wolf's mask, he puts it on, he kneels down, his thighs squeezing the boy's loins. Crazy Horse, his head buried in the lace, vomits, chokes, the young man strokes the quivers of his shoulders, the young man's cock beats against the upper part of the boy's buttocks ; vomit moves forward under Crazy Horse's throat, under his chest. \bigbreak @@ -914,13 +914,13 @@ At dawn, money is running in his hand ; stars have gone out ; Crazy Horse, showe --- Go away. Go away. Wind is burning me. % TODO double check noindent with tvscorpion -The young man covers his face with the sheet, the money chinks on the planking, Crazy Horse squats down ; the young man throws his hand risen out of the sheet : a coin hits the boy's forehead, he bursts out laughing, he has a drop of sperm behind the ear, at the tip of a lock from his fair hair. Crazy Horse, in the kitchens, sits in front of the bowl of steaming milk ; the girl strokes his shoulder, milk burns the boy's lips, the cream froths under his nostrils. The top of the girl's blouse is unbuttoned ; Crazy Horse places there his hand warmed up by holding the bowl, the girl gives a start, her lip bears a ring~: +The young man covers his face with the sheet, the money chinks on the planking, Crazy Horse squats down ; the young man throws his hand risen out of the sheet~: a coin hits the boy's forehead, he bursts out laughing, he has a drop of sperm behind the ear, at the tip of a lock from his fair hair. Crazy Horse, in the kitchens, sits in front of the bowl of steaming milk ; the girl strokes his shoulder, milk burns the boy's lips, the cream froths under his nostrils. The top of the girl's blouse is unbuttoned ; Crazy Horse places there his hand warmed up by holding the bowl, the girl gives a start, her lip bears a ring~: ---- He bought me in exchange for a boy he wanted to get rid of, for one night he bit and injured the end of his penis. This way, through me, he lures soldiers from the district to the cutter and while he fucks you, the soldiers turn me over and tear me. He cannot bear making love alone, in secret and against nature. Often shame grips him, he sets sail towards the high seas. On the third night, he rings the bell : kneeling at his feet, he leaning against the bed and stiffening his legs, I press his cock and I give him a wank, his hands pull at my hair. In the morning, he orders the sailor to return to Ecbatane, he rubs against him. The two painted men follow him everywhere, they flatten themselves, legs spread out, to the doors, before he opens them ; they fall asleep, in the afternoon, on the ropes, enlaced and their rosy cocks sticking out of their blue-jeans, but he does not touch them ; until night he stares at the land, thighs tight on a vibrating rigging. The sailor has only just anchored in front of the cove, the two painted men jump into the boat : the Tcherkesse, on the shore, are beating their soaked tatters on the shingles : a little Tcherkesse runs to the district, the post commander goes up to the idle soldiers on the barracks stairs, those returning from the clubs, having lost their money in drink and gambling. My master wants to fuck only soldiers ; before fucking them, he does not make them pass under the shower, he prefers to lick on their body the blood of the squashed bugs, on their lips, the traces of the gulped down soup. He takes them on the point of leaving for Inamenas, they then come out of basic training, tough, cheeks grazed, hands pierced by blisters, muscles bulging, beaten, restless. +--- He bought me in exchange for a boy he wanted to get rid of, for one night he bit and injured the end of his penis. This way, through me, he lures soldiers from the district to the cutter and while he fucks you, the soldiers turn me over and tear me. He cannot bear making love alone, in secret and against nature. Often shame grips him, he sets sail towards the high seas. On the third night, he rings the bell~: kneeling at his feet, he leaning against the bed and stiffening his legs, I press his cock and I give him a wank, his hands pull at my hair. In the morning, he orders the sailor to return to Ecbatane, he rubs against him. The two painted men follow him everywhere, they flatten themselves, legs spread out, to the doors, before he opens them ; they fall asleep, in the afternoon, on the ropes, enlaced and their rosy cocks sticking out of their blue-jeans, but he does not touch them ; until night he stares at the land, thighs tight on a vibrating rigging. The sailor has only just anchored in front of the cove, the two painted men jump into the boat~: the Tcherkesse, on the shore, are beating their soaked tatters on the shingles~: a little Tcherkesse runs to the district, the post commander goes up to the idle soldiers on the barracks stairs, those returning from the clubs, having lost their money in drink and gambling. My master wants to fuck only soldiers ; before fucking them, he does not make them pass under the shower, he prefers to lick on their body the blood of the squashed bugs, on their lips, the traces of the gulped down soup. He takes them on the point of leaving for Inamenas, they then come out of basic training, tough, cheeks grazed, hands pierced by blisters, muscles bulging, beaten, restless. Crazy Horse's hand sinks under the half-opened smock, covers the breasts ; with the other hand the boy lifts the bowl, drinks the lukewarm milk ; then, putting it back on the table, he takes the girl by the waist, kisses her belly, stuck to the smock by the soldier's sperm, his hands kneading the buttocks under the smock's opening ; the girl strokes Crazy Horse's wet hair and at the same time as the sperm squirts out on the boy's thigh, a drop of milk, all of a sudden, glimmers on her breast. -Crazy Horse is the platoon commander's favourite : he drinks his whole pay. Drunk, they fight, they bite each other's jaw. The commander sits down on the straw mattress where Crazy Horse, lying, stripped to the waist, his belt rolled under the nape, is reading film magazines, he grabs Crazy Horse's cock under the blanket. Around, soldiers are combing their hair, delousing themselves. Crazy Horse casts a white gaze above the film magazine ; out of his chest comes a whimper ; the commander holds the cock's end tighter, pinches the blanket ; then, he shakes again the film magazine and his finger pushes on Crazy Horse's throat, the nail scraping the sweat and pressing the muscle. Then, Crazy Horse sighs, moans, bursts out crying, buries his head and his torso under the blanket. The commander withdraws his hand, caresses the shoulders quivering under the coarse blanket. +Crazy Horse is the platoon commander's favourite~: he drinks his whole pay. Drunk, they fight, they bite each other's jaw. The commander sits down on the straw mattress where Crazy Horse, lying, stripped to the waist, his belt rolled under the nape, is reading film magazines, he grabs Crazy Horse's cock under the blanket. Around, soldiers are combing their hair, delousing themselves. Crazy Horse casts a white gaze above the film magazine ; out of his chest comes a whimper ; the commander holds the cock's end tighter, pinches the blanket ; then, he shakes again the film magazine and his finger pushes on Crazy Horse's throat, the nail scraping the sweat and pressing the muscle. Then, Crazy Horse sighs, moans, bursts out crying, buries his head and his torso under the blanket. The commander withdraws his hand, caresses the shoulders quivering under the coarse blanket. A soldier, eyes half-closed, raises his leg and, with his bare foot wet by sweat, touches the technicolor photograph of a naked woman, a rope between her breasts and her thighs and going up along her back as far as the throat, around which it is wound. @@ -932,7 +932,7 @@ Crazy Horse, on his days off in Inamenas, hangs his mirror to the bamboo of his In the street, Crazy Horse, his eyes dazzled, his teeth bared, makes his Mat's breech click. A woman, widowed, saw him march past ; he reminded her of her husband and her son both killed in the great Ecbatane war, she has Crazy Horse called to the police station. -All afternoon, she stuffs him with cakes and fruits, he follows her to the wash-house, they sit on the cement ; the other washerwomen laugh over the water ; they quiver at the soldier's white gaze, the backwash of the soapy water wets his buttocks rolled on the cement. The noise of the beaters makes him turn pale, foam scintillates at the corner of his lips ; the Mat's barrel lies in the foam : the woman takes her hands out of it ; Crazy Horse lifts the basket, he carries it against his belly ; in the laundry, at the woman's, he sits on a stool, his cheeks are gleaming, his lips relax ; but when the woman once again beats the washing, he jumps up, he rushes towards her, he snatches the beaters from her hands, he throws them to the ceiling, he spits in the woman's face, he plunges her head in the foam ; she struggles, her fingers pinch Crazy's thighs. He, weakens, his knees, his wrists are shaking ; she pulls her head out of the foam, she pushes the soldier into her room, she knocks him down on the bed, she fondles his pale and frozen face, his quivering lips, his thighs where the battledress' cloth is swollen and wet, sperm having spurted out in wrath ; with her tongue, she unclenches his teeth~: +All afternoon, she stuffs him with cakes and fruits, he follows her to the wash-house, they sit on the cement ; the other washerwomen laugh over the water ; they quiver at the soldier's white gaze, the backwash of the soapy water wets his buttocks rolled on the cement. The noise of the beaters makes him turn pale, foam scintillates at the corner of his lips ; the Mat's barrel lies in the foam~: the woman takes her hands out of it ; Crazy Horse lifts the basket, he carries it against his belly ; in the laundry, at the woman's, he sits on a stool, his cheeks are gleaming, his lips relax ; but when the woman once again beats the washing, he jumps up, he rushes towards her, he snatches the beaters from her hands, he throws them to the ceiling, he spits in the woman's face, he plunges her head in the foam ; she struggles, her fingers pinch Crazy's thighs. He, weakens, his knees, his wrists are shaking ; she pulls her head out of the foam, she pushes the soldier into her room, she knocks him down on the bed, she fondles his pale and frozen face, his quivering lips, his thighs where the battledress' cloth is swollen and wet, sperm having spurted out in wrath ; with her tongue, she unclenches his teeth~: --- My baby, my mud\ldots\ my love bite\ldots @@ -950,7 +950,7 @@ Crazy Horse withdraws his hand ; the operator, his battledress sewn up, leans ba He unbuttons his shirt, a stain reddens the right nipple. Crazy Horse rolls to the side, he unbuttons his battledress, pulls out his cock from under the underpants, and strokes the red mark on the edge of the cock's lips ; he presses them against the radio operator's hips ; this one pushes back Crazy Horse's hand and cock. The commandos are asleep on their camp beds, skin wet with sweat, languid inside the green and brown camouflage canvas ; mouth open and purring on the edge of the dusty blanket, cap crumpled under the cheek, hands between the thighs and the legs folded up under the buttocks ; knife lifted up by the breathing, on the hip~: ---- It is I who deliver you and defend you against the Panthers. With Ro\"{\i}on, I was playing : I kissed him on the mouth after he seduced and kissed the farm girls. Drink my wife's saliva upon my lips, and we shall be brothers. +--- It is I who deliver you and defend you against the Panthers. With Ro\"{\i}on, I was playing~: I kissed him on the mouth after he seduced and kissed the farm girls. Drink my wife's saliva upon my lips, and we shall be brothers. But the radio operator, his back soaked by sweat, has lost consciousness and the sweat freezes between his upper lips and his nostrils\ldots @@ -964,7 +964,7 @@ The soldiers crowd around the body ; two of them squat down, they pull out their --- Kill him, he won't speak. -The two soldiers pick up stones, drive them inside the torn belly ; the blood and bowels, forced back, overflow ; the soldiers trample the belly swollen by stones ; the young man's slashed hands crash down, convulsive, covered with angry flies, on his cheeks and on his eyelids ; two soldiers, shoes soaking wet, lips foaming, jaw bulging, teeth clenched. A soldier tramples the head under his foot, the studded shoe tears the ear. The boy, hearing the rattle of his eviscerated father, whines, the foam swells and bursts on his lips ; Crazy Horse steps forward, he grabs the boy by the hair, he draws his dagger, he cuts with one thrust of his blade the edge of the boy's lips and gum, the blade scratches the teeth ; the boy, his wrists tied up, chokes, he falls, head on the stones ; the rope vibrates between his back and the wheel of the command-car. Crazy Horse raises his dagger, he lifts the boy's head, he makes it roll against the shoulder, he lowers his dagger gripped in the fist ; but the radio operator, in one leap, steps over the front seat, holds Crazy Horse's arm back ; his eyes glare at the soldier : Crazy Horse looks down~: +The two soldiers pick up stones, drive them inside the torn belly ; the blood and bowels, forced back, overflow ; the soldiers trample the belly swollen by stones ; the young man's slashed hands crash down, convulsive, covered with angry flies, on his cheeks and on his eyelids ; two soldiers, shoes soaking wet, lips foaming, jaw bulging, teeth clenched. A soldier tramples the head under his foot, the studded shoe tears the ear. The boy, hearing the rattle of his eviscerated father, whines, the foam swells and bursts on his lips ; Crazy Horse steps forward, he grabs the boy by the hair, he draws his dagger, he cuts with one thrust of his blade the edge of the boy's lips and gum, the blade scratches the teeth ; the boy, his wrists tied up, chokes, he falls, head on the stones ; the rope vibrates between his back and the wheel of the command-car. Crazy Horse raises his dagger, he lifts the boy's head, he makes it roll against the shoulder, he lowers his dagger gripped in the fist ; but the radio operator, in one leap, steps over the front seat, holds Crazy Horse's arm back ; his eyes glare at the soldier~: Crazy Horse looks down~: --- \ldots\ the ears only, please, radio~?\ldots @@ -977,7 +977,7 @@ The black rain knocks down the cocks in the slush, weighs down the command-car's --- Corpses, loved bodies in the past, I forbid all living men to look at you. I call all the flesh-eating beasts\ldots A young sister brings the pot of boiling tea ; the commandos hold out, clash, their battered mugs. The radio operator plunges his hair in water, the young sister brings the pot back, her robe brushes the operator's loins, the steam from the tea makes his wet back shudder ; the young sister lays the pot on the oven, she stands at the kitchen door, the operator looks up, he presses his hair, he pulls off his sweater, he rubs his hair with the sleeves ; the young sister takes a piece -of linen on the string stretched over the oven, she comes near the operator, she lays the lukewarm linen on his bare shoulder ; the operator looks back, she lowers her young lioness' face under the coif ; the operator shakes his sweater, he wrings it, he slips it on his back ; the young sister steps forward, flings her mouth on the sweater, at the shoulder : her lips touch the blood on the khaki wool, her tongue licks it, her eyes close ; the operator leans his head on the young sister's forehead ; she, pulling her lips away from the shoulder, flees in the vestibule, her lips bloody ; the radio operator runs after her, he holds her against a window, he nibbles the coif ; the young sister's head is pinned, nailed to the pane like a moth ; he kisses her on the eyes, on the mouth, his nails scratch the pane ; the young sister struggles, crucified under the soldier's belly ; against her chest, the dampness of the sweater ; against her eyes, the soldier's breath ; against her nape and her shoulders, the cold of the pane spattered with rain ; the operator's little dog jumps off sleeping Crazy Horse's knees, it runs across the vestibule, it licks the operator's legs, stands up, nibbles the battledress where it is stretched by the hardened penis ; a blow with the knee knocks it down on the tiled floor; the radio operator steps away, the released sister escapes, locks herself up inside the kitchen cubicle ; the radio operator, pushing his little dog in front of him, goes to the dining hall, he shivers, all the commandos are asleep, their forehead on the table linoleum ; the operator takes his mug of tea from next to Crazy Horse's hair, he picks up his rations, he presses his warmed up mug against his chest, he walks through the kitchen, through the pottery workshop where the sisters work under the neon tubes, their breast and arms smeared with clay, he enters the dark chapel, he kneels down, he walks up to the altar lit only by the workshop's neon tubes, he lays the mug and the rations upon the altar cloth, he sits on the edge of the altar, he draws a cross on the war bread, he bends over, he lies on his side, his elbow stretches the cloth ; he eats the war bread, the fish, swallows the tepid tea like a light blood and the blood from the slaughtered boy he took on the young sister's lips dissolves in the tea. +of linen on the string stretched over the oven, she comes near the operator, she lays the lukewarm linen on his bare shoulder ; the operator looks back, she lowers her young lioness' face under the coif ; the operator shakes his sweater, he wrings it, he slips it on his back ; the young sister steps forward, flings her mouth on the sweater, at the shoulder~: her lips touch the blood on the khaki wool, her tongue licks it, her eyes close ; the operator leans his head on the young sister's forehead ; she, pulling her lips away from the shoulder, flees in the vestibule, her lips bloody ; the radio operator runs after her, he holds her against a window, he nibbles the coif ; the young sister's head is pinned, nailed to the pane like a moth ; he kisses her on the eyes, on the mouth, his nails scratch the pane ; the young sister struggles, crucified under the soldier's belly ; against her chest, the dampness of the sweater ; against her eyes, the soldier's breath ; against her nape and her shoulders, the cold of the pane spattered with rain ; the operator's little dog jumps off sleeping Crazy Horse's knees, it runs across the vestibule, it licks the operator's legs, stands up, nibbles the battledress where it is stretched by the hardened penis ; a blow with the knee knocks it down on the tiled floor; the radio operator steps away, the released sister escapes, locks herself up inside the kitchen cubicle ; the radio operator, pushing his little dog in front of him, goes to the dining hall, he shivers, all the commandos are asleep, their forehead on the table linoleum ; the operator takes his mug of tea from next to Crazy Horse's hair, he picks up his rations, he presses his warmed up mug against his chest, he walks through the kitchen, through the pottery workshop where the sisters work under the neon tubes, their breast and arms smeared with clay, he enters the dark chapel, he kneels down, he walks up to the altar lit only by the workshop's neon tubes, he lays the mug and the rations upon the altar cloth, he sits on the edge of the altar, he draws a cross on the war bread, he bends over, he lies on his side, his elbow stretches the cloth ; he eats the war bread, the fish, swallows the tepid tea like a light blood and the blood from the slaughtered boy he took on the young sister's lips dissolves in the tea. In camp, until dawn, Crazy Horse and the platoon commander, belly swelled with tea, beer and wine, intermixed on the mess tables, sweep away with their hand the lines of empty bottles ; a prisoner woken up by the soldiers and out from jail, picks up the broken glass on the tiled floor. The other prisoners bustle about in the pigsty, between the squalling pigs. A young officer with his head wrapped in a bloodstained bandage leaps on the courtyard flagstones between the puddles, with his electric torch he lights the face of the sentry leaning to the pigsty door bumped into by the prisoners with opened shirts and the black pigs. The soldier shuts his eyes, a smile dies upon his cheeks, the lamp searches the crusted-over eyelashes ; vomit is drying on the collar of his shirt~: @@ -985,27 +985,27 @@ In camp, until dawn, Crazy Horse and the platoon commander, belly swelled with t He bangs the door with his shoe, the pigs fall silent, their turds splash the prisoners' hands. -At the far end of the village, underneath the infantry post, drun\-ken soldiers, out in pyjamas from their barrackrooms, pistol beating the hips, take possession of a house : the awoken children cry then fall asleep again, nostrils tucked up against the bamboo partition ; the women, already, turn up their dresses and lie on the common straw mat, legs spread open ; the soldiers push with their knees a young police dog towards the bed, he nibbles the women's bare legs ; the soldiers pull an old woman from between the stable's calves, they drag her by the shoulders on the manure, their bare feet sink into the soiled straw ; they force the young dog to mate with the old woman unconscious in their arms. The watchtower's searchlight illuminates the stable for a moment : the dog's semen, burning hot, runs down their tight pyjamas legs and their hands work loose from its ardent fur. +At the far end of the village, underneath the infantry post, drun\-ken soldiers, out in pyjamas from their barrackrooms, pistol beating the hips, take possession of a house~: the awoken children cry then fall asleep again, nostrils tucked up against the bamboo partition ; the women, already, turn up their dresses and lie on the common straw mat, legs spread open ; the soldiers push with their knees a young police dog towards the bed, he nibbles the women's bare legs ; the soldiers pull an old woman from between the stable's calves, they drag her by the shoulders on the manure, their bare feet sink into the soiled straw ; they force the young dog to mate with the old woman unconscious in their arms. The watchtower's searchlight illuminates the stable for a moment~: the dog's semen, burning hot, runs down their tight pyjamas legs and their hands work loose from its ardent fur. \bigbreak -Kment steals day and night ; his fingers slide lightly on the clothes worn or folded or hanging, on the seams and in the pockets ; often laughter shakes his hands, his throat beats in the semi-darkness, his hand passes over the sleeper's torso crossed by the blind's stripes : the sleeper turns over on his side, purring. Kment holds back his laughter. Breathing gives life to the tattoo on the sleeper's belly. Behind the dividing wall, forks, spoons, knives clatter, sugar sparkles on the redcurrants. On the bedside table, under Kment's armpit, a pastille sizzles in the glass. Kment bending over the young sleeper, searches his clothes hanging on the chair ; the sick boy's breath closes in on his throat ; the pyjamas' lace bathes in sweat, unfastened down to the navel. Dreams are cramming the sleeper's pricked forehead ; Kment's hand pulls the money, the lighter, the fountainpen, the penknife ; the sleeper turns over once again, his head under Kment's thighs\ldots +Kment steals day and night ; his fingers slide lightly on the clothes worn or folded or hanging, on the seams and in the pockets ; often laughter shakes his hands, his throat beats in the semi-darkness, his hand passes over the sleeper's torso crossed by the blind's stripes~: the sleeper turns over on his side, purring. Kment holds back his laughter. Breathing gives life to the tattoo on the sleeper's belly. Behind the dividing wall, forks, spoons, knives clatter, sugar sparkles on the redcurrants. On the bedside table, under Kment's armpit, a pastille sizzles in the glass. Kment bending over the young sleeper, searches his clothes hanging on the chair ; the sick boy's breath closes in on his throat ; the pyjamas' lace bathes in sweat, unfastened down to the navel. Dreams are cramming the sleeper's pricked forehead ; Kment's hand pulls the money, the lighter, the fountainpen, the penknife ; the sleeper turns over once again, his head under Kment's thighs\ldots -A naked girl is crawling towards him the sleeper in the surf, he awakens and the girl takes his mouth, he listens in her mouth like in a shell ; a cart loaded with pastry, is rolling, lightly, behind the screen of palmtrees, a slave is pulling it ; cream and sugar overflow from the baskets, spatter the slave's back and bare loins ; the girl is dragging, by its jaw, a dolphin on the sand ; the young man moves back, he runs towards the cart, he climbs in, he sinks his legs into the baskets, he rolls in the honey : a swarm of wild bees falls from the palmtrees, closes in on the slave, pierces him, slaughters him, kneels him down, knocks him over, beheads him, tramples him ; the young man jumps out of the cart, the swarm moves up again towards the palms, it tears them, the shreds of palms cover up the body of the slave. The girl, on her knees, is cutting open the dolphin. The young man, lying on the sand, his hair smeared with honey, his legs spattered by the blubber from the dolphin, lets the sun dazzle his eyes : the girl cuts a piece of flipper, she holds it out on the tip of the knife to the drowsy young man, she awakens him with a strike of the blade on his cheek ; a jackal pulls the slave's body on the beach, it licks on the body the sugar and the cream ; the girl drives the flipper into the young man's mouth : he, stares at the maimed dolphin, and the jackal tearing off the slave's head ; he spits out the flipper on his knees, but the swarm swells his mouth and his throat\ldots +A naked girl is crawling towards him the sleeper in the surf, he awakens and the girl takes his mouth, he listens in her mouth like in a shell ; a cart loaded with pastry, is rolling, lightly, behind the screen of palmtrees, a slave is pulling it ; cream and sugar overflow from the baskets, spatter the slave's back and bare loins ; the girl is dragging, by its jaw, a dolphin on the sand ; the young man moves back, he runs towards the cart, he climbs in, he sinks his legs into the baskets, he rolls in the honey~: a swarm of wild bees falls from the palmtrees, closes in on the slave, pierces him, slaughters him, kneels him down, knocks him over, beheads him, tramples him ; the young man jumps out of the cart, the swarm moves up again towards the palms, it tears them, the shreds of palms cover up the body of the slave. The girl, on her knees, is cutting open the dolphin. The young man, lying on the sand, his hair smeared with honey, his legs spattered by the blubber from the dolphin, lets the sun dazzle his eyes~: the girl cuts a piece of flipper, she holds it out on the tip of the knife to the drowsy young man, she awakens him with a strike of the blade on his cheek ; a jackal pulls the slave's body on the beach, it licks on the body the sugar and the cream ; the girl drives the flipper into the young man's mouth~: he, stares at the maimed dolphin, and the jackal tearing off the slave's head ; he spits out the flipper on his knees, but the swarm swells his mouth and his throat\ldots -Kment quivers at the start and the cry from the sleeper, he moves back towards the cupboard, he opens it, he squats behind the sports clothes : a young woman sits on the bed --- on her lips, a trace of whipped cream --- she strokes the belly and the chest of the boy : he, his hair stuck to the forehead by sweat, takes the young woman's head, lowers it towards his mouth ; the young woman's saliva comes down, gleams between her teeth and the boy's ; Kment, nose in the tennis petticoat, holds his breath. The young woman, a wedding ring around her finger, rolls over the boy, she drinks his sick breath, she rubs her belly to the bare belly of the boy who, his hands dragging on each side of the bed, spreads his legs under the sheet and his toes glued together by sweat~: +Kment quivers at the start and the cry from the sleeper, he moves back towards the cupboard, he opens it, he squats behind the sports clothes~: a young woman sits on the bed --- on her lips, a trace of whipped cream --- she strokes the belly and the chest of the boy~: he, his hair stuck to the forehead by sweat, takes the young woman's head, lowers it towards his mouth ; the young woman's saliva comes down, gleams between her teeth and the boy's ; Kment, nose in the tennis petticoat, holds his breath. The young woman, a wedding ring around her finger, rolls over the boy, she drinks his sick breath, she rubs her belly to the bare belly of the boy who, his hands dragging on each side of the bed, spreads his legs under the sheet and his toes glued together by sweat~: ---- My mother, love me more gently : the scar is bursting. My mother, bring me some dessert. +--- My mother, love me more gently~: the scar is bursting. My mother, bring me some dessert. But she, moaning, bites the boy's livid lips, saliva runs on his cheeks, wets the pillow. A fire is burning army clothes, underneath the window, below the terraced orchard, the smoke darkens the pane, under the blind. The boy's knees rise under the sheet ; the young woman sits up straight again, her hand trembles under the boy's belly, on the penis' brown hair~: --- My mother, do not touch. My father, while sounding me, would guess the mark of your fingers. Already, he recognizes your perfume on my chest and in my hair. -The sleeper asleep again, Kment escapes : the clothes, in the cupboard, regain their stillness, the tennis shoes, trampled by Kment, bridle up : Kment's saliva and snot dry up on the petticoat. +The sleeper asleep again, Kment escapes~: the clothes, in the cupboard, regain their stillness, the tennis shoes, trampled by Kment, bridle up~: Kment's saliva and snot dry up on the petticoat. Kment buries his thefts under the rotten sheets of his mother's bed. The father searches under the sheets, Kment appears, he strikes the father on the forehead, he spits in his eyes, he knocks him down on the mud floor, he tramples him: Kment and his brothers, sitting against the dividing wall, throw him pieces of meat, he crawls on the mud floor, moves his hand forward ; Kment, with his stick, pushes the piece away ; the father foams with rage, crawls, he lets his clothes slip off his loins. The meat is burning on the brazier, Kment and his brothers tear it apart, they burn their fingers --- lips and shreds red in the semi-darkness. -The sisters --- the top of their dress bloody --- comb their hair in front of the broken mirror, paint their lips ; the younger one puts red everywhere, as far as on her hair : the father crawls towards her, he grabs her leg, he sets his wet mouth on the little girl's muddy knee : she, brisk, looks back, she grips the nail file in her fist ; she pricks the father's forehead, blood spurts, splashes the wrist. Kment, a shred of meat hanging from his teeth, bursts out laughing ; his hand, closed, pricks his knee ; his brothers tear off a quarter of meat, they wolf it together, they bite each other's lips ; the door bangs in the dust ; the girls, all made up under their dusty hair, pass their hands between their breasts, under the dress' neckline, take the creases out of the bloody cloth ; the hand covers the breast, pulls it out of the dress, saliva squirts out on the fingertips, the hand rubs the nipple, the skin, soft and red under the nipple's filth ; the filth slides in powder onto the breast ; the hand supports the breast marked with imprints, of nail scratches, of teeth, of badges, of army buckles. +The sisters --- the top of their dress bloody --- comb their hair in front of the broken mirror, paint their lips ; the younger one puts red everywhere, as far as on her hair~: the father crawls towards her, he grabs her leg, he sets his wet mouth on the little girl's muddy knee~: she, brisk, looks back, she grips the nail file in her fist ; she pricks the father's forehead, blood spurts, splashes the wrist. Kment, a shred of meat hanging from his teeth, bursts out laughing ; his hand, closed, pricks his knee ; his brothers tear off a quarter of meat, they wolf it together, they bite each other's lips ; the door bangs in the dust ; the girls, all made up under their dusty hair, pass their hands between their breasts, under the dress' neckline, take the creases out of the bloody cloth ; the hand covers the breast, pulls it out of the dress, saliva squirts out on the fingertips, the hand rubs the nipple, the skin, soft and red under the nipple's filth ; the filth slides in powder onto the breast ; the hand supports the breast marked with imprints, of nail scratches, of teeth, of badges, of army buckles. Kment gets up, he spits out the shred of meat, he hugs his sister, his hands cover those of the girl underneath her breasts ; Kment, his hair running over his sister's shoulder, opens his mouth, moves his lips towards the breasts, the girl tilts her head backwards, her mouth licks Kment's ear, the honey scintillating deep inside~: @@ -1015,11 +1015,11 @@ The mouth smeared with fat and blood, brushes the girl's breast, the tongue holl --- If one of your lovers resembles me, hug him tighter inside your arms, lick him everywhere your tongue, usually, does not dare touch. Squeeze him, suck up the blood from his veins, so that it rolls under your fist and your jaw, livid and the blood and the sperm keeping cool on his softened skin and he, unable to do anything more than smile, shaken, lifted up, turned over. My little mother, smash up my cock\ldots -The girl sets back her breasts behind the top of the dress ; Kment fondles them with both his hands, they swell, they wet the cloth already soiled, bitten, ripped, sewn up again, fastened together. Kment buries his mouth in his sister's hair ; his nostrils smell the scent of soldiers : sweat, rust and grease from their hands, sugary, purplish salivas, snot, sperm, shits released during orgasm. Kment bites the hair, he licks the stains ; the girl, sitting in front of the mirror, her arms languid, curved over Kment's shoulders, 'closes her eyes, lets her breasts move upwards and shoot out again from the dress and weigh upon the hem, and lets Kment knead them and pinch them, saliva boil inside her mouth and wet the edge of her lips, her thighs open up and sweat run from between them on the straw of the chair, a shudder wakes and freezes the sweat all over her body. The little girl wipes the bloody nail file on the linen hanging alongside the mirror ; the father, his brow and the top of his nose slashed, crawls towards the bed, pulls a piece of the sheet, he wipes his forehead ; the little girl tucks up her dress up to the belly, she comes to squat in front of the brothers sitting against the dividing wall and dozing, belly distended by hot meat ; she touches their knees ; they wake up ; their eyes, for one moment, blink under the hair stuck to the cheeks by blood and fat ; the little girl lies down on the mud floor, the brothers sit up straight, they kneel down, lower their head towards the little girl's belly, they kiss her battered cunt ; then, they, leaning back on their elbows, spread out their legs : the girl rising again, her dress uncreased, kneels down and props herself on her fists ; with her teeth, she uncovers her brothers' belly, and kisses their cocks between the rags. +The girl sets back her breasts behind the top of the dress ; Kment fondles them with both his hands, they swell, they wet the cloth already soiled, bitten, ripped, sewn up again, fastened together. Kment buries his mouth in his sister's hair ; his nostrils smell the scent of soldiers~: sweat, rust and grease from their hands, sugary, purplish salivas, snot, sperm, shits released during orgasm. Kment bites the hair, he licks the stains ; the girl, sitting in front of the mirror, her arms languid, curved over Kment's shoulders, 'closes her eyes, lets her breasts move upwards and shoot out again from the dress and weigh upon the hem, and lets Kment knead them and pinch them, saliva boil inside her mouth and wet the edge of her lips, her thighs open up and sweat run from between them on the straw of the chair, a shudder wakes and freezes the sweat all over her body. The little girl wipes the bloody nail file on the linen hanging alongside the mirror ; the father, his brow and the top of his nose slashed, crawls towards the bed, pulls a piece of the sheet, he wipes his forehead ; the little girl tucks up her dress up to the belly, she comes to squat in front of the brothers sitting against the dividing wall and dozing, belly distended by hot meat ; she touches their knees ; they wake up ; their eyes, for one moment, blink under the hair stuck to the cheeks by blood and fat ; the little girl lies down on the mud floor, the brothers sit up straight, they kneel down, lower their head towards the little girl's belly, they kiss her battered cunt ; then, they, leaning back on their elbows, spread out their legs~: the girl rising again, her dress uncreased, kneels down and props herself on her fists ; with her teeth, she uncovers her brothers' belly, and kisses their cocks between the rags. Rising, they plunge into the sun, eyes cast on the ground. The soldiers and the women passing by touch them and choose them on the brothel stairs. -Kment, in the evenings, visits the brothels and the secret rooms, he musters his brothers ; he gets them dressed again, he snatches the money from the madam, he pushes back the drunken clients, he steals their belt ; the brothers show him their lovers of the afternoon. Often, a brother, intoxicated, clings to the bed sheets ; the man or woman client steps over the bed ; the brother coils up in the soiled sheets. Kment pulls him by the arm ; the man, the woman client washes his, her sexual organs and thighs at the bucket, they press the sponge on their face ; Kment, his hand slides on the traces of sperm on the wooden bed ; the feet of the man, of the woman client, bathe in the soapy puddles caught between the rents of the linoleum ; the brother gets entangled in the sheet stretching on his loins, on his skull : sperm and saliva glue the sheet to his belly, to his throat, to his lips ; suddenly the vomit gushes out of the brother's mouth, swells, reddens the sheet ; the shoulders start, the vomit runs on the throat, on the chest, under the armpit of the imprisoned child. The man, the woman client throws the sponge in the bucket where filaments of sperm dissolve in the lather. Kment draws the soiled sheet aside : the child stares at the transparent sheet stretched over him : the sun and the cool of the evening are bathing the sheet ; on the bolster, Kment's hand brushes the man, the woman client and the child's intermingled locks, the wet fold made by their joined lips and, lower down, the stain of semen strewn with small brown curls. +Kment, in the evenings, visits the brothels and the secret rooms, he musters his brothers ; he gets them dressed again, he snatches the money from the madam, he pushes back the drunken clients, he steals their belt ; the brothers show him their lovers of the afternoon. Often, a brother, intoxicated, clings to the bed sheets ; the man or woman client steps over the bed ; the brother coils up in the soiled sheets. Kment pulls him by the arm ; the man, the woman client washes his, her sexual organs and thighs at the bucket, they press the sponge on their face ; Kment, his hand slides on the traces of sperm on the wooden bed ; the feet of the man, of the woman client, bathe in the soapy puddles caught between the rents of the linoleum ; the brother gets entangled in the sheet stretching on his loins, on his skull~: sperm and saliva glue the sheet to his belly, to his throat, to his lips ; suddenly the vomit gushes out of the brother's mouth, swells, reddens the sheet ; the shoulders start, the vomit runs on the throat, on the chest, under the armpit of the imprisoned child. The man, the woman client throws the sponge in the bucket where filaments of sperm dissolve in the lather. Kment draws the soiled sheet aside~: the child stares at the transparent sheet stretched over him~: the sun and the cool of the evening are bathing the sheet ; on the bolster, Kment's hand brushes the man, the woman client and the child's intermingled locks, the wet fold made by their joined lips and, lower down, the stain of semen strewn with small brown curls. Kment pulls the child away ; the man, the woman client, naked, slaps Kment's hip~: @@ -1033,38 +1033,38 @@ A small purple bird, lame, hops on the outside edge of the latticed window~: --- Get up. We're alone. You're eating your vomit~? -Kment hugs the laughing little body through the sheet. A boy comes in, carrying fresh sheets ; he lays them on the bedstead ; he squats down, squeezes the sponge over the bucket, he lifts the bucket, he takes it into the corridor, he fills it with red and sandy water --- a sand wind covers Inamenas --- he brings it back, he lays it on the linoleum, his finger pulls a filament of sperm stuck to the edge of the bucket ; the boy rubs it to his jeans, on the knee ; he stands up straight again, he taps on the bedstead, Kment pulls the brother's arm out of the sheet, the boy pulls the other arm : the head appears, throat bathed in wine vomit, lips bitten till blood was drawn : Kment looks down~: +Kment hugs the laughing little body through the sheet. A boy comes in, carrying fresh sheets ; he lays them on the bedstead ; he squats down, squeezes the sponge over the bucket, he lifts the bucket, he takes it into the corridor, he fills it with red and sandy water --- a sand wind covers Inamenas --- he brings it back, he lays it on the linoleum, his finger pulls a filament of sperm stuck to the edge of the bucket ; the boy rubs it to his jeans, on the knee ; he stands up straight again, he taps on the bedstead, Kment pulls the brother's arm out of the sheet, the boy pulls the other arm~: the head appears, throat bathed in wine vomit, lips bitten till blood was drawn~: Kment looks down~: --- Love, you feel hot~?\ldots\ You're sitting on your little eggs~?\ldots\ The madam is coming up to pick them from under you. Get out of bed, quick. The child raises his leg, he gets up on his elbows, he pushes the sheet away, he stands up, a foot in his vomit ; Kment takes him and lifts him up by the waist, he pushes him in the corridor, he plunges his head and neck in the washbasin ; the boy pulls the sheets off, he throws them in a heap on the linoleum, with the sponge he cleans the stain on the mattress, he unfolds the fresh sheets, he makes the bed again ; the brother, his mouth over the water, holds with his fists, the edge of the-washbasin~: ---- The purple bird, Kment, comes and sings on the edge of the window when the shadow of the man, the woman client covers my belly. Kment, can the women clients have babies with me~? The madam says she throws them on the manure heap. I want to keep mine. All clients, today, men, women, wanted babies, all cried over the pillow, implored the whores. The madam says it's because of Spring which softens the skin of the cock and the skin of the heart. Kment, a customer came this morning, he laid his instrument on the bed : I was naked on the bed ; he didn't touch me ; he took flowers and leaves from his shirt, he'd spit on them, he was shaking them ; his eyes and his mouth are painted like those of a clown ; he brings the leaves and the flowers over my belly : \speech{Revive these dead flowers and leaves, you, child.} I get up, I press my fist on the bedstead, I stiffen, I wank, the client presses his ear to my little panting chest, the breath of my hardening cock bathes his face : sperm gushes out, spatters the dead flowers and leaves : \speech{Love, I thank you, I take them with me, refreshed by your dew.} He then takes my gluey cock from which my trembling hand withdraws, he sets his lips there, he drinks the drops of forced back sperm ; my other hand, sweating, leaves marks on the wood's varnish. On his lips, there is some blood and the end of my cock is reddened by it. +--- The purple bird, Kment, comes and sings on the edge of the window when the shadow of the man, the woman client covers my belly. Kment, can the women clients have babies with me~? The madam says she throws them on the manure heap. I want to keep mine. All clients, today, men, women, wanted babies, all cried over the pillow, implored the whores. The madam says it's because of Spring which softens the skin of the cock and the skin of the heart. Kment, a customer came this morning, he laid his instrument on the bed~: I was naked on the bed ; he didn't touch me ; he took flowers and leaves from his shirt, he'd spit on them, he was shaking them ; his eyes and his mouth are painted like those of a clown ; he brings the leaves and the flowers over my belly~: \speech{Revive these dead flowers and leaves, you, child.} I get up, I press my fist on the bedstead, I stiffen, I wank, the client presses his ear to my little panting chest, the breath of my hardening cock bathes his face~: sperm gushes out, spatters the dead flowers and leaves~: \speech{Love, I thank you, I take them with me, refreshed by your dew.} He then takes my gluey cock from which my trembling hand withdraws, he sets his lips there, he drinks the drops of forced back sperm ; my other hand, sweating, leaves marks on the wood's varnish. On his lips, there is some blood and the end of my cock is reddened by it. -At night, his brothers and his sisters huddled against him, Kment is riding a horse, by his natural father's side : his bare legs press the horse's fiery flanks ; the natural father's knee collides with Kment's. They gallop towards the sea : the dusty blackberries are soaking in the tumultuous waters. The mother, squatting, blows on the fire, washes the knives and the rompers inside the stream that crosses the beach : the fish caught in the rapids, jump on the carried away pebbles, sparkle through the thistle tufts. A three-mirror wardrobe sticks out of the sand, the hangers shaken by the evening wind bang against the mirrors. In the morning, on the sheets tucked in the golden sand, children play, tickle the sleeping parents. Kment, naked, catches a viper in the current, he strangles it in his fist, he lashes the water, he ties the viper around his forehead. The natural father takes his spurs from the bottom of the wardrobe, officer's badges are painted on his chest, on his shoulders and on his wrists. He carries Kment away on his horse, they enter the bright and putrefying city and the father slaughters and tramples under his horse's hooves the military who were Kment's lovers. Many are spared, they dig a trench around the brothel, they masturbate, they trample the sperm in the earth turned over ; the natural father pushes them forward and chains them up inside the circle, to the beds and to the brothel's petting seats ; the circle bursts into flame~: +At night, his brothers and his sisters huddled against him, Kment is riding a horse, by his natural father's side~: his bare legs press the horse's fiery flanks ; the natural father's knee collides with Kment's. They gallop towards the sea~: the dusty blackberries are soaking in the tumultuous waters. The mother, squatting, blows on the fire, washes the knives and the rompers inside the stream that crosses the beach~: the fish caught in the rapids, jump on the carried away pebbles, sparkle through the thistle tufts. A three-mirror wardrobe sticks out of the sand, the hangers shaken by the evening wind bang against the mirrors. In the morning, on the sheets tucked in the golden sand, children play, tickle the sleeping parents. Kment, naked, catches a viper in the current, he strangles it in his fist, he lashes the water, he ties the viper around his forehead. The natural father takes his spurs from the bottom of the wardrobe, officer's badges are painted on his chest, on his shoulders and on his wrists. He carries Kment away on his horse, they enter the bright and putrefying city and the father slaughters and tramples under his horse's hooves the military who were Kment's lovers. Many are spared, they dig a trench around the brothel, they masturbate, they trample the sperm in the earth turned over ; the natural father pushes them forward and chains them up inside the circle, to the beds and to the brothel's petting seats ; the circle bursts into flame~: --- My natural father, save the sheets from the fire~! {\sloppy The forks, the spoons, the knives tinkle inside the blaze ; the glasses, the vases, the chamberpots explode under the ash ; the sponges, the currycombs soar, lifted up, into the middle of the flames. On the beach, the mother lures, caresses the seagulls ; they fall on their back against the hearth stones ; she touches, she bleeds their belly, warm like those of the little whores. The natural father swills down the sail, he strikes it with laundry beaters, he hammers it like a skin ; the brothers roll naked, in the pink puddle at the bottom of the boat. Over the cliff, inside the groves of blackberries and pomegranates, monkeys devour the beasts forced back by the fire set to the city. \par} -Kment tears the heart of a seagull, the wings flutter against his cheeks. The mother snatches the bird, she plunges it in the boiling water. The natural father and the brothers, naked, shiver in the green storm : the storm puts out the flame of the hearth, riddles the sand, drinks the tears of original solitude from the cheeks of the natural father bending over the sail. Kment locks himself up in the mirror wardrobe, a seagull, thrown by the wind, hits the mirror and spatters it with its pink and violet droppings. A stone comes out of the seagull's boiled heart. The storm gives birth to a long and wet stone which reflects the lightnings, then the sun, and Kment, the brothers, the mother and the natural father roll towards the Ocean, bracing themselves against the stone. A procession passes on the road to the dunes, children carry the coffin of a boy who died of illness : no iron has torn him, he passed away, he fell asleep : inside him was the ailment and decay was seething, during the night, noiselessly ; the tears are pure that weep for him, his body is white, his throat intact, the children carry the open coffin under the foliage : the dust of the day falls on the forehead, on the lips of the dead child ; water caught in the leaves brushed past, wets the shroud covering him, from the chest to the feet. But the viper, on Kment's forehead, gets untied, runs down Kment's chest, down his cock, bores into the sand ; swift and shiny, cleaves the dry grass, bites the foot of a child bearer : blood swells the child's cheek pressed against the coffin's wood ; the child kneels down on the sand, the poison burns his leg, the coffin overturns, the corpse slides to the ground, the forehead tears on the armed stones, the coffin's edge falls on the dead child's knee and smashes it. The procession scatters, the children have fled, the snake writhes under the bitten child's armpit, the natural father steps forward, raises his spur, crushes the serpent's head. The natural father walks into the sea, Kment runs after him : the mother embraces a man from the procession, her hands shimmer, knead the man's hips, the man's knees move apart, come close together again and the mother bursts out laughing, howls in the stormy air --- the straw slides between their legs. On the cliff, the military, unbuttoned, are waiting, they call Kment, settled on the petting seats. The waters of the dream come running against Kment's knees. +Kment tears the heart of a seagull, the wings flutter against his cheeks. The mother snatches the bird, she plunges it in the boiling water. The natural father and the brothers, naked, shiver in the green storm~: the storm puts out the flame of the hearth, riddles the sand, drinks the tears of original solitude from the cheeks of the natural father bending over the sail. Kment locks himself up in the mirror wardrobe, a seagull, thrown by the wind, hits the mirror and spatters it with its pink and violet droppings. A stone comes out of the seagull's boiled heart. The storm gives birth to a long and wet stone which reflects the lightnings, then the sun, and Kment, the brothers, the mother and the natural father roll towards the Ocean, bracing themselves against the stone. A procession passes on the road to the dunes, children carry the coffin of a boy who died of illness~: no iron has torn him, he passed away, he fell asleep~: inside him was the ailment and decay was seething, during the night, noiselessly ; the tears are pure that weep for him, his body is white, his throat intact, the children carry the open coffin under the foliage~: the dust of the day falls on the forehead, on the lips of the dead child ; water caught in the leaves brushed past, wets the shroud covering him, from the chest to the feet. But the viper, on Kment's forehead, gets untied, runs down Kment's chest, down his cock, bores into the sand ; swift and shiny, cleaves the dry grass, bites the foot of a child bearer~: blood swells the child's cheek pressed against the coffin's wood ; the child kneels down on the sand, the poison burns his leg, the coffin overturns, the corpse slides to the ground, the forehead tears on the armed stones, the coffin's edge falls on the dead child's knee and smashes it. The procession scatters, the children have fled, the snake writhes under the bitten child's armpit, the natural father steps forward, raises his spur, crushes the serpent's head. The natural father walks into the sea, Kment runs after him~: the mother embraces a man from the procession, her hands shimmer, knead the man's hips, the man's knees move apart, come close together again and the mother bursts out laughing, howls in the stormy air --- the straw slides between their legs. On the cliff, the military, unbuttoned, are waiting, they call Kment, settled on the petting seats. The waters of the dream come running against Kment's knees. -At dawn, the purple birds dive in through the window, towards the bodies asleep in the rays of light, vibrate, settle on an arm, on a hand, brushing with their warm and fragrant plumage the cheeks, the ears, the hair that receive life from the sleepers of dawn, appeased, freed from the tumultuous dreams of the night. Sunbeams warm the linen, the cloths, the woods, the irons of the room, light up the golden globes of the abandoned bed. Kment opens an eye : a purple bird pricks the knot of the string which he uses as a belt for his shorts, Kment throws his hand forward, grabs the purple bird, squeezes it between his fingers and tears away its heart, he drinks the fresh blood, the beak quivers on his nostrils ; Kment throws the bird away and goes back to sleep. +At dawn, the purple birds dive in through the window, towards the bodies asleep in the rays of light, vibrate, settle on an arm, on a hand, brushing with their warm and fragrant plumage the cheeks, the ears, the hair that receive life from the sleepers of dawn, appeased, freed from the tumultuous dreams of the night. Sunbeams warm the linen, the cloths, the woods, the irons of the room, light up the golden globes of the abandoned bed. Kment opens an eye~: a purple bird pricks the knot of the string which he uses as a belt for his shorts, Kment throws his hand forward, grabs the purple bird, squeezes it between his fingers and tears away its heart, he drinks the fresh blood, the beak quivers on his nostrils ; Kment throws the bird away and goes back to sleep. -Later, a sudden and languid movement by Kment waking up, scatters the birds : they fly off towards the bed's bars, blowing its dust with the fluttering of their wings ; the droppings flow, seeds of dawn, glistening, along the bars. Love, lying on his back, legs spread apart, shields his cock with his hand : his nostrils, his lips, his hard and purplish-blue eyelids quiver. Kment gets up, steps over the bodies, opens the door and goes out, the whole front of his body seized by the sun. The noise of the door wakes up a beggar : he stirs, he grumbles, he pulls back around him his tatters dispersed over the swampy land by the wind of night and the tremors of the dream. +Later, a sudden and languid movement by Kment waking up, scatters the birds~: they fly off towards the bed's bars, blowing its dust with the fluttering of their wings ; the droppings flow, seeds of dawn, glistening, along the bars. Love, lying on his back, legs spread apart, shields his cock with his hand~: his nostrils, his lips, his hard and purplish-blue eyelids quiver. Kment gets up, steps over the bodies, opens the door and goes out, the whole front of his body seized by the sun. The noise of the door wakes up a beggar~: he stirs, he grumbles, he pulls back around him his tatters dispersed over the swampy land by the wind of night and the tremors of the dream. Kment walks towards the grass, the sun vibrates and spits through the trees. Kment shakes his clothes, wipes off his lips and off his cheeks the saliva from sleep ; on his bare feet, dew is glimmering, foam of night. \bigbreak -Serge goes down towards the sea beside Emilienne : two sentries come with them. At Serge's feet, the hot sand mixed with thistle thorns and cuttlebones, then the foam from the sea. +Serge goes down towards the sea beside Emilienne~: two sentries come with them. At Serge's feet, the hot sand mixed with thistle thorns and cuttlebones, then the foam from the sea. Emilienne takes out chocolate and soda drinks from the cloth bag hanging from Serge's shoulder and lays them in front of the soldiers~: --- Drink and eat while we bathe. -The soldiers sit down, drive the butts of their rifles into the sand. Serge and Emilienne dash towards the sea, dive in the brutal water, swim far away, cross the gulf, their shoulders and their hips jostled by the motionless outboard motor boats, enter the high seas. The soldiers laugh, eat on the beach ; they fill with sand the empty bottles, they unlace their canvas shoes. Young people are go-kart racing on the cliff : often one of them flattens himself against the metal grating : his spotless shorts, the sports cars, the club's walls, the girls squatting at the edge of the racetrack, their throat and their breasts rolling, the gold of the cheeks, the hands, the knees and the ears ; the soldiers, mouth sweetened, feet sore, are having an erection ; crawling on their back towards the metal grating, they bite it ; the flags of the clubs and camps are flapping in the wind, the asphalt of the tracks and roads, the stone and marble of the terraces and perrons, the iron and wood of the balustrades, are glowing underneath the sea sky, reflection of ancient lands. +The soldiers sit down, drive the butts of their rifles into the sand. Serge and Emilienne dash towards the sea, dive in the brutal water, swim far away, cross the gulf, their shoulders and their hips jostled by the motionless outboard motor boats, enter the high seas. The soldiers laugh, eat on the beach ; they fill with sand the empty bottles, they unlace their canvas shoes. Young people are go-kart racing on the cliff~: often one of them flattens himself against the metal grating~: his spotless shorts, the sports cars, the club's walls, the girls squatting at the edge of the racetrack, their throat and their breasts rolling, the gold of the cheeks, the hands, the knees and the ears ; the soldiers, mouth sweetened, feet sore, are having an erection ; crawling on their back towards the metal grating, they bite it ; the flags of the clubs and camps are flapping in the wind, the asphalt of the tracks and roads, the stone and marble of the terraces and perrons, the iron and wood of the balustrades, are glowing underneath the sea sky, reflection of ancient lands. Serge and Emilienne appear out of the sea, run after each other on the crumbling sand, skirt round the rocks --- leaning against them --- and the puddles~: @@ -1074,7 +1074,7 @@ Dripping wet, hair stuck to her temples\ldots\ O beautiful, beautiful\ldots\ kne --- They'll be seen by the officers. -The soldiers move away, undress behind the rocks, run towards the sea, their bodies bearing white marks at the neck and the loins, marks of insect bites : the hair locks on their nape, bathes in the boils' pus. Serge strokes the rifle butts~: +The soldiers move away, undress behind the rocks, run towards the sea, their bodies bearing white marks at the neck and the loins, marks of insect bites~: the hair locks on their nape, bathes in the boils' pus. Serge strokes the rifle butts~: --- I could kill you. @@ -1094,7 +1094,7 @@ The sister says~: --- Her beauty will appease their blood. -In the autumn, he lends to the orphanage the cinema equipment from the palace. Emilienne, accompanied by the sister, comes to collect it ; a soldier, with rifle at the slope, bends down with Emilienne to pick up the projector, the rifle's barrel strikes Emilienne's temple, so hard that she faints. The soldier lifts her up in his arms, he lays her on a bench ; while the sister talks in the vestibule to a slave, a former cook at the orphanage, the soldier tucks up Emilienne's dress, he covers her belly with the palm of his hand: The governor, parting from an officer on the perron, catches the soldier leaning already over her, he pushes him aside, he blows on Emilienne's face. The sister dips her handkerchief in the washbasin ; the governor strokes the young girl's icy forehead, he pushes his fingers between the sealed lips ; the sister lays the wet handkerchief on Emilienne's forehead. The governor carries Emilienne to the infirmary, the soldier sits down in the first room, on the bed of a wounded comrade ; the sister holds the wet handkerchief on the forehead. The governor lays Emilienne on the camp bed, the nurse rushes up along a pale sunbeam, she just left the arms of a soldier injured in the head : at night, she lies in the convalescents' beds. Emilienne wakes up. A scream. The nurse rushes to the latrines : a soldier, his bandaged penis sticking out of the pyjamas, leans his forehead against the wall : the bandage is bloody ; the nurse strokes the soldier's cold shoulders : in the iron basin, a filament of reddened sperm is spreading~: +In the autumn, he lends to the orphanage the cinema equipment from the palace. Emilienne, accompanied by the sister, comes to collect it ; a soldier, with rifle at the slope, bends down with Emilienne to pick up the projector, the rifle's barrel strikes Emilienne's temple, so hard that she faints. The soldier lifts her up in his arms, he lays her on a bench ; while the sister talks in the vestibule to a slave, a former cook at the orphanage, the soldier tucks up Emilienne's dress, he covers her belly with the palm of his hand: The governor, parting from an officer on the perron, catches the soldier leaning already over her, he pushes him aside, he blows on Emilienne's face. The sister dips her handkerchief in the washbasin ; the governor strokes the young girl's icy forehead, he pushes his fingers between the sealed lips ; the sister lays the wet handkerchief on Emilienne's forehead. The governor carries Emilienne to the infirmary, the soldier sits down in the first room, on the bed of a wounded comrade ; the sister holds the wet handkerchief on the forehead. The governor lays Emilienne on the camp bed, the nurse rushes up along a pale sunbeam, she just left the arms of a soldier injured in the head~: at night, she lies in the convalescents' beds. Emilienne wakes up. A scream. The nurse rushes to the latrines~: a soldier, his bandaged penis sticking out of the pyjamas, leans his forehead against the wall~: the bandage is bloody ; the nurse strokes the soldier's cold shoulders~: in the iron basin, a filament of reddened sperm is spreading~: --- Why didn't you wait, Rico~? I would have done it more delicately\ldots @@ -1114,11 +1114,11 @@ That evening, in the orphanage dormitory, the girls, nightdress opened on their --- Did sweat run down his chest~? -At dawn, the dredgers lift the eucalyptus boughs, on the pits where they throw the ancient weapons picked up from the slime of Sebaou river ; they drag out the weapons of their free ancestors : swords, daggers, spears, mallets, pistols ; they clean them with their rags : shreds of suicides' dresses, slaughtered and drowned soldiers' battledresses, murdered squeezed to death whores' leotards. They carry those weapons to the poor districts of the city ; the whores slip the weapons under the straw mattresses. All day round, the dredgers assembled in the brothel's cellars, drink, crunch almonds, hurt their lips on the figs offered by the madam ; the sewer pipe bursts over the coal : the filaments of sperm, the fragments of sponge, the clots of sperm and blood discharged by the lead, flow between the coal nuts. By the night, the whores pull the weapons from under the straw, they kiss the dredgers ; those, inebriated, shivering in the cool, turn in their fists the rusted swords, the mallets encrusted by sand, the daggers with blades encrusted by shells ; the searchlights from the palace dazzle them, they sit under the beams along the walls, roses grapple on to their foreheads, they whimper ; up on their feet again, they walk down towards the river. The lights from the orphanage go out : the dormitories' night lights glow over the canals where bathe the red brick walls and the swans swim between the locks under the moon ; water is swallowed up by the cellars' ventilators : the swans harpoon the small fish and the rats caught in the whirlpools. +At dawn, the dredgers lift the eucalyptus boughs, on the pits where they throw the ancient weapons picked up from the slime of Sebaou river ; they drag out the weapons of their free ancestors~: swords, daggers, spears, mallets, pistols ; they clean them with their rags~: shreds of suicides' dresses, slaughtered and drowned soldiers' battledresses, murdered squeezed to death whores' leotards. They carry those weapons to the poor districts of the city ; the whores slip the weapons under the straw mattresses. All day round, the dredgers assembled in the brothel's cellars, drink, crunch almonds, hurt their lips on the figs offered by the madam ; the sewer pipe bursts over the coal~: the filaments of sperm, the fragments of sponge, the clots of sperm and blood discharged by the lead, flow between the coal nuts. By the night, the whores pull the weapons from under the straw, they kiss the dredgers ; those, inebriated, shivering in the cool, turn in their fists the rusted swords, the mallets encrusted by sand, the daggers with blades encrusted by shells ; the searchlights from the palace dazzle them, they sit under the beams along the walls, roses grapple on to their foreheads, they whimper ; up on their feet again, they walk down towards the river. The lights from the orphanage go out~: the dormitories' night lights glow over the canals where bathe the red brick walls and the swans swim between the locks under the moon ; water is swallowed up by the cellars' ventilators~: the swans harpoon the small fish and the rats caught in the whirlpools. -The sentries walk down the roadway ; the dredgers stab them and push them in the canal : blood bubbles in the back and mixes with the black water. The rebels run up the emergency staircase, they invade the dormitories, they brain the supervisor sisters in the alcove curtains ; they throw themselves heavily on the orphan girls, vomit on the pillow, slaughter ; the corroded, chipped, encrusted blades make freakish wounds on the throat, on the belly of the orphan girls ; squeezed at the throat, scalped ; they scream : their mouths, their nostrils spit, their nails pierce the rebels' wrists : one of them winds a supervisor in her cubicle's curtain and he clubs her with the dormitory's crucifix, then, tearing off the Christ's head, he drives it into the supervisor's cunt : the thorn crown tears the cunt's labia ; the rebel's arm gets tangled in the supervisor's underskirts. +The sentries walk down the roadway ; the dredgers stab them and push them in the canal~: blood bubbles in the back and mixes with the black water. The rebels run up the emergency staircase, they invade the dormitories, they brain the supervisor sisters in the alcove curtains ; they throw themselves heavily on the orphan girls, vomit on the pillow, slaughter ; the corroded, chipped, encrusted blades make freakish wounds on the throat, on the belly of the orphan girls ; squeezed at the throat, scalped ; they scream~: their mouths, their nostrils spit, their nails pierce the rebels' wrists~: one of them winds a supervisor in her cubicle's curtain and he clubs her with the dormitory's crucifix, then, tearing off the Christ's head, he drives it into the supervisor's cunt~: the thorn crown tears the cunt's labia ; the rebel's arm gets tangled in the supervisor's underskirts. -Emilienne, covered by the languid chief of the dredgers, grabs his head by the ears and pulls it between the bed bars ; she picks up the sword from the floor, she raises it, she makes it slide on the rebel's back, she pushes, she throws the point on the rebel's nape : the point tears, divides the hair, pierces the skull ; the rebel's mouth opens, a flow of blood spatters the bars where the head is caught ; his hands crush Emilienne's breasts, his fingers pinch the nipples ; Emilienne keeps the blade thrust in ; the night lights are swaying, spattered with blood and sperm --- the rebels, standing, half-naked, on the wounded or dead bodies, grip the bulbs in their soiled hands. A commando platoon, at dawn, surrounds the rebels asleep on the dead girls ; from the top of the emergency staircase, they throw the rebels' bodies in the hazy canal~: +Emilienne, covered by the languid chief of the dredgers, grabs his head by the ears and pulls it between the bed bars ; she picks up the sword from the floor, she raises it, she makes it slide on the rebel's back, she pushes, she throws the point on the rebel's nape~: the point tears, divides the hair, pierces the skull ; the rebel's mouth opens, a flow of blood spatters the bars where the head is caught ; his hands crush Emilienne's breasts, his fingers pinch the nipples ; Emilienne keeps the blade thrust in ; the night lights are swaying, spattered with blood and sperm --- the rebels, standing, half-naked, on the wounded or dead bodies, grip the bulbs in their soiled hands. A commando platoon, at dawn, surrounds the rebels asleep on the dead girls ; from the top of the emergency staircase, they throw the rebels' bodies in the hazy canal~: --- Go and dredge yourselves, now. @@ -1126,22 +1126,22 @@ But, --- once the rebels are captured, locked up in the latrines, --- the comman \bigbreak -The waves have hollowed a cliff at the bottom of the beach, they break against that moving wall and foam is running all along. The sandy sea is the only pure surface to be seen here : the sky is covered by smokes from the fires, scored by dismal flights : birds of prey, helicopters. The sea, young people from karting and tennis courts come to it to wash out their noble sweat ; bandits, rebels, lost children, to wash out their filth, their stains, their shed blood. On the sea, ships carry wheat, weapons and soldiers : wheat to appease, reassure, weapons and soldiers to kill, scare, dishearten. +The waves have hollowed a cliff at the bottom of the beach, they break against that moving wall and foam is running all along. The sandy sea is the only pure surface to be seen here~: the sky is covered by smokes from the fires, scored by dismal flights~: birds of prey, helicopters. The sea, young people from karting and tennis courts come to it to wash out their noble sweat ; bandits, rebels, lost children, to wash out their filth, their stains, their shed blood. On the sea, ships carry wheat, weapons and soldiers~: wheat to appease, reassure, weapons and soldiers to kill, scare, dishearten. -These lie in their vomit at the bottom of the holds, their belly lifted up by rage, fear, thirst : they roll over the soiled planking, the empty bottles, head banging against the bulkheads and the binnacles ; some are asleep, beret flat over the face, lips white covered all round with vomit, flies are humming under the beret ; the thighs' quivering crumples the cloth of the battledress and makes the knee jut out. +These lie in their vomit at the bottom of the holds, their belly lifted up by rage, fear, thirst~: they roll over the soiled planking, the empty bottles, head banging against the bulkheads and the binnacles ; some are asleep, beret flat over the face, lips white covered all round with vomit, flies are humming under the beret ; the thighs' quivering crumples the cloth of the battledress and makes the knee jut out. On the deck, officers and tourists enjoy the journey and the command ; small children dressed in light colours run after each other in the hatchways, stop in front of the officers, dream of battles, wonder at the fragrance exhaled by those shiny napes, parasols fly open over the handrails, birds follow the wake of the ship. -At night, on the upper deck, a cinema screen is stretched between the yards and horses then trample their unseated riders ; children mixed with soldiers gone up secretly, sit on the hatches and watch, head between their knees : spindrifts spring up, spray the screen with a little noise of rain ; the children : girls and boys, huddle together, their hair mingling at the mercy of the rolling and wind. The soldiers moved by the scent of velvet floating up from the children's bodies, tilt their head backward beneath the sky, offer their face to the pricking, the fondling by the night sky, to the dangerous downpours from the moon\ldots\ The children move up and make room for them, are astonished to see them without weapons, stroke their badges. The book is filled with noises of locks. The officers drive the soldiers away, they go down to the hold again, step over the sleepers' bodies, slide on the vomit and weariness lays them on the crates and on the sacks ; in the morning, they wake up, crushed, face crumpled, belly cut by the bodies of other soldiers, hand caught under the crates ; sailors drag soiled ropes over the chests, the shoulders, the thighs of the soldiers half-awake, heads stricken by the sailors' bare feet. +At night, on the upper deck, a cinema screen is stretched between the yards and horses then trample their unseated riders ; children mixed with soldiers gone up secretly, sit on the hatches and watch, head between their knees~: spindrifts spring up, spray the screen with a little noise of rain ; the children~: girls and boys, huddle together, their hair mingling at the mercy of the rolling and wind. The soldiers moved by the scent of velvet floating up from the children's bodies, tilt their head backward beneath the sky, offer their face to the pricking, the fondling by the night sky, to the dangerous downpours from the moon\ldots\ The children move up and make room for them, are astonished to see them without weapons, stroke their badges. The book is filled with noises of locks. The officers drive the soldiers away, they go down to the hold again, step over the sleepers' bodies, slide on the vomit and weariness lays them on the crates and on the sacks ; in the morning, they wake up, crushed, face crumpled, belly cut by the bodies of other soldiers, hand caught under the crates ; sailors drag soiled ropes over the chests, the shoulders, the thighs of the soldiers half-awake, heads stricken by the sailors' bare feet. Dawn freezes the heavy bodies, sea dew runs over the wood and the iron ; the rot, the vomit are fuming in the sun. The damp dust from the sun falls on the sleepers' lips, on the palm of their open hands, on their eyelashes. The liner enters Inamenas roadstead. All the soldiers are at the doors, in the hold, bending -under the weight of sacks and weapons. The most ill among them are supported by the obscene, jolly, gum-chewing comrades ; the sailors push the soldiers back. Collision. The sailors open the doors, light hits the soldiers. The soldiers jump on the cargo pier --- general staff imports goods in secret. Old men are sitting on the crates and smoke a sour and stringy tobacco ; the soldiers, hardly out of the ship, abuse them : the old men shut their eyes, the smell of pepper and cinnamon puts one to sleep ; birds hop on the walls, cats run away, shreds of flesh between the teeth ; women in rags and tatters leave the warehouses at the arm of drunken sailors and dockers ; masses of abandoned children stir in the shadow of the doors, black streams and flies escape from those heaps. Higher up, along the seafront boulevard, sentries, rifle pointed at the sea, motionless, silent, watch the soldiers marching towards the station, wipe with their hand the dew on their forehead, sweat from the night's anguish --- and, seized by desire at the sight of the ragged and nagging women, flatten belly and thighs against the stone wall ; the soldiers march in six columns, towards the trains with iron plates scintillating through the smoke ; the warrant officers strike those who break rank to buy the drinks and the brioches. The officers swing round. The jeeps with vibrating antennas drive at full speed on the seafront boulevard, along walls covered by inscriptions and sinister initials. +under the weight of sacks and weapons. The most ill among them are supported by the obscene, jolly, gum-chewing comrades ; the sailors push the soldiers back. Collision. The sailors open the doors, light hits the soldiers. The soldiers jump on the cargo pier --- general staff imports goods in secret. Old men are sitting on the crates and smoke a sour and stringy tobacco ; the soldiers, hardly out of the ship, abuse them~: the old men shut their eyes, the smell of pepper and cinnamon puts one to sleep ; birds hop on the walls, cats run away, shreds of flesh between the teeth ; women in rags and tatters leave the warehouses at the arm of drunken sailors and dockers ; masses of abandoned children stir in the shadow of the doors, black streams and flies escape from those heaps. Higher up, along the seafront boulevard, sentries, rifle pointed at the sea, motionless, silent, watch the soldiers marching towards the station, wipe with their hand the dew on their forehead, sweat from the night's anguish --- and, seized by desire at the sight of the ragged and nagging women, flatten belly and thighs against the stone wall ; the soldiers march in six columns, towards the trains with iron plates scintillating through the smoke ; the warrant officers strike those who break rank to buy the drinks and the brioches. The officers swing round. The jeeps with vibrating antennas drive at full speed on the seafront boulevard, along walls covered by inscriptions and sinister initials. -In the capital, on the squares, at the crossings, under the trees, armoured cars are turned towards the street : soldiers wait there, sleepy, red, lips and eyelids swollen, standing and sitting, hand between the thighs, sweat wetting the battledress under the armpits and at the waist : the soldier, in the morning, is scared by his weapon when, awoken or surprised by the rays of light, he feels it against his hip. The city rises from the shadows, foliage turns green in the diffused light, birds shoot out in the whitewashed sky, windows open on dark rooms and unmade beds, the stripes, filtered by the blinds, caress the naked couples enlaced beside the washbasins. +In the capital, on the squares, at the crossings, under the trees, armoured cars are turned towards the street~: soldiers wait there, sleepy, red, lips and eyelids swollen, standing and sitting, hand between the thighs, sweat wetting the battledress under the armpits and at the waist~: the soldier, in the morning, is scared by his weapon when, awoken or surprised by the rays of light, he feels it against his hip. The city rises from the shadows, foliage turns green in the diffused light, birds shoot out in the whitewashed sky, windows open on dark rooms and unmade beds, the stripes, filtered by the blinds, caress the naked couples enlaced beside the washbasins. Trains leave towards the mountain, towards the little deserts of the South. In the mountains, the train passes along the camps and under the remote posts ; there, soldiers half-naked, unkempt, red skin speckled with white, cling to the barbed wire, hold out their arms, shout unknown cries, crumple in their fists photos of naked women. -In each post, a watchtower : a sentry goes round in a circle, throat throbbing under the light helmet's chin strap. The soldiers, inside the train, do not sleep ; tall yellow flowers with stems squeezed and burned in the stone piles, meadows of ashes around the forests, villages destroyed ; at the sight of the first dromedaries, the soldiers rise, burst out laughing, strike each other's round backs. Arrived at the camp, they march through the station with its fresh and gaudy tiles, they tread the path's red earth, look at the children, the dogs, the dark shops where fruits explode ; objects, subjects of the repression ; the soldiers marvel at seeing again alive children with a smooth throat, languid young people whose sexual organs or breasts bulge the rags and tatters. In the camp, for three days the seniors have been preparing the tent for the newcomers. +In each post, a watchtower~: a sentry goes round in a circle, throat throbbing under the light helmet's chin strap. The soldiers, inside the train, do not sleep ; tall yellow flowers with stems squeezed and burned in the stone piles, meadows of ashes around the forests, villages destroyed ; at the sight of the first dromedaries, the soldiers rise, burst out laughing, strike each other's round backs. Arrived at the camp, they march through the station with its fresh and gaudy tiles, they tread the path's red earth, look at the children, the dogs, the dark shops where fruits explode ; objects, subjects of the repression ; the soldiers marvel at seeing again alive children with a smooth throat, languid young people whose sexual organs or breasts bulge the rags and tatters. In the camp, for three days the seniors have been preparing the tent for the newcomers. {\sloppy They drag themselves along towards the barrier, towards the barbed wire~: \par} @@ -1151,7 +1151,7 @@ In each post, a watchtower : a sentry goes round in a circle, throat throbbing u --- Ask to be in the first section, the hill climbers, we're free there. ---- Camerone, the captain~? A madman. If a dog happened to piss against a tent, he forces us all to unbutton ourselves and he selects a culprit for his night. We're his only family : his wife fucks with the division's armourer. So, the evenings when he longs for it too much, he comes to sit on our campbeds. +--- Camerone, the captain~? A madman. If a dog happened to piss against a tent, he forces us all to unbutton ourselves and he selects a culprit for his night. We're his only family~: his wife fucks with the division's armourer. So, the evenings when he longs for it too much, he comes to sit on our campbeds. --- Women~? Haven't you seen the hags in the village~? We wouldn't have enough soap to wash them. @@ -1171,25 +1171,25 @@ learned one. He scares the officers. They give sugars to his little dog. --- Membr\'e, the dog wanker, he also covers the asses. ---- Doudou Artistic, orphan, good-looking, the company's mascot : he draws with blood. +--- Doudou Artistic, orphan, good-looking, the company's mascot~: he draws with blood. -The island has three towns and a thousand villages. In the south, small deserts inhabited by nomads indifferent to the rebellion. Elsewhere, the invading settlers quit little by little their endangered lands : they set fire to their houses, their crops, their blankets, the sacks of wheat and sweetcorn, in front of the eyes of servants, workmen, unsold slaves, assembled and restrained by the whip. +The island has three towns and a thousand villages. In the south, small deserts inhabited by nomads indifferent to the rebellion. Elsewhere, the invading settlers quit little by little their endangered lands~: they set fire to their houses, their crops, their blankets, the sacks of wheat and sweetcorn, in front of the eyes of servants, workmen, unsold slaves, assembled and restrained by the whip. -The slave merchants, the pimps watch from behind the gumtrees : as soon as the masters have gone, lips tight, in their black limousines, armed soldiers standing on the running board, they fly at the slaves, they grip them round the waist, they fetter them. The soldiers, on their way back, plunder the ruins, grab from the peasants' houses the objects and livestock which these had already seized and hidden, break the oil and grain vases, pull, tuck up women's dresses, the petticoat sliding on their helmet, and, head under the petticoat, snatch, open their jewels ; run after the children and steal from them what they found in the ruins : dogs, ablaze, howl across the village, stop, whirl round, then collapse on the sand, hair fuming and blackened ; cats, poultry burn within the ruins, writhe, the soldiers are shaken and wet by laughter ; rats run from under the planks and stones, throw themselves into the water holes and their dive swishes over the water ; chickens bounce on the roof tiles in a swirl of blazing feathers, their eyes sparkle through the smoke. Soldiers run, arms bare, bump into each other's forehead, shout, push away with rifle butts the children slipping between their legs towards the fire and pulling out the remains : the pimps, helped by a few soldiers to whom they promised free fucks in the brothel, overpower these children, tie their waist with ropes ; the children, overpowered, thrust flaming brands between the soldiers' thighs, hurl down the pimps into the blaze. Inside the vans, slaves and children, hair burnt, blow the ash from their lips ; their charred bonds disintegrate ; a pimp and two soldiers dab their mouths with chloroform. +The slave merchants, the pimps watch from behind the gumtrees~: as soon as the masters have gone, lips tight, in their black limousines, armed soldiers standing on the running board, they fly at the slaves, they grip them round the waist, they fetter them. The soldiers, on their way back, plunder the ruins, grab from the peasants' houses the objects and livestock which these had already seized and hidden, break the oil and grain vases, pull, tuck up women's dresses, the petticoat sliding on their helmet, and, head under the petticoat, snatch, open their jewels ; run after the children and steal from them what they found in the ruins~: dogs, ablaze, howl across the village, stop, whirl round, then collapse on the sand, hair fuming and blackened ; cats, poultry burn within the ruins, writhe, the soldiers are shaken and wet by laughter ; rats run from under the planks and stones, throw themselves into the water holes and their dive swishes over the water ; chickens bounce on the roof tiles in a swirl of blazing feathers, their eyes sparkle through the smoke. Soldiers run, arms bare, bump into each other's forehead, shout, push away with rifle butts the children slipping between their legs towards the fire and pulling out the remains~: the pimps, helped by a few soldiers to whom they promised free fucks in the brothel, overpower these children, tie their waist with ropes ; the children, overpowered, thrust flaming brands between the soldiers' thighs, hurl down the pimps into the blaze. Inside the vans, slaves and children, hair burnt, blow the ash from their lips ; their charred bonds disintegrate ; a pimp and two soldiers dab their mouths with chloroform. -The fire dies out in the night ; at dawn, trails of smoke and ashes, lifted by the sharp wind, rise in the bright sky. Jeeps gleaming with dew, drive over the shimmering asphalt ; the soldiers, face whipped by the wind, sit or squat there, the dew from the foliage under which the jeeps have been driving since morning, drips on their shoulders and on their shaved temples ; wind swells the battledress cloth, freezes the skin, chaps the border of the lips, sweeps the eyes ; mists arise from the valleys ; shepherds appear suddenly from the darkness into the sun, women, arms weighed down with washing and brushes, walk down singing towards the rivers ; the ones raped during the night by the soldiers, dare not look at themselves in the water ; children climb up the trees, their bare shoulders, backs, scratched by the foliage and the thorns. The rays of light pierce soldiers' backs and temples like hypodermic syringes and the sun spreads inside their bodies, drowning hatred and desire. The soldiers quiver, dream without seeing themselves. A solitary bird flies through the foliage ; despite the engine's noise, and the wind, the soldiers hear its cry and the clear rustling of the leaves, the driver looks up towards the trees' moving vault where the sun is scintillating. The jeeps progress between the gumtrees, on the edge of a torrent, the coolness awakens the soldiers. Monkeys leap, bend the branches, chatter in the torrent's din : humming of mosquitoes over the waters. The monkeys swing over the jeeps, raise their tail, show their red buttocks, pull each other's ears and hair, search each other's sex organs buried under the hair, spar, split the leaves, whistle, break the tree barks, throw them over the shoulder, shake, growl, simulate war : one of them collapses in a branch hollow, hand on the heart as if being shot. On the upper branches, other monkeys burst out laughing : they throw bark and foliage on the soldiers, who hold out their fists, pretend to be raging, point their weapons ; the monkeys hide in the upper foliage, lament, sigh, but their eyes throw out sparks between the leaves : a young soldier, half-lying down in the jeep over a comrade's feet, unbuttons himself and moves his taut cock inside a sunbeam : the monkeys, little by little, part the leaves and follow with their head the movement of the stirred up penis. +The fire dies out in the night ; at dawn, trails of smoke and ashes, lifted by the sharp wind, rise in the bright sky. Jeeps gleaming with dew, drive over the shimmering asphalt ; the soldiers, face whipped by the wind, sit or squat there, the dew from the foliage under which the jeeps have been driving since morning, drips on their shoulders and on their shaved temples ; wind swells the battledress cloth, freezes the skin, chaps the border of the lips, sweeps the eyes ; mists arise from the valleys ; shepherds appear suddenly from the darkness into the sun, women, arms weighed down with washing and brushes, walk down singing towards the rivers ; the ones raped during the night by the soldiers, dare not look at themselves in the water ; children climb up the trees, their bare shoulders, backs, scratched by the foliage and the thorns. The rays of light pierce soldiers' backs and temples like hypodermic syringes and the sun spreads inside their bodies, drowning hatred and desire. The soldiers quiver, dream without seeing themselves. A solitary bird flies through the foliage ; despite the engine's noise, and the wind, the soldiers hear its cry and the clear rustling of the leaves, the driver looks up towards the trees' moving vault where the sun is scintillating. The jeeps progress between the gumtrees, on the edge of a torrent, the coolness awakens the soldiers. Monkeys leap, bend the branches, chatter in the torrent's din~: humming of mosquitoes over the waters. The monkeys swing over the jeeps, raise their tail, show their red buttocks, pull each other's ears and hair, search each other's sex organs buried under the hair, spar, split the leaves, whistle, break the tree barks, throw them over the shoulder, shake, growl, simulate war~: one of them collapses in a branch hollow, hand on the heart as if being shot. On the upper branches, other monkeys burst out laughing~: they throw bark and foliage on the soldiers, who hold out their fists, pretend to be raging, point their weapons ; the monkeys hide in the upper foliage, lament, sigh, but their eyes throw out sparks between the leaves~: a young soldier, half-lying down in the jeep over a comrade's feet, unbuttons himself and moves his taut cock inside a sunbeam~: the monkeys, little by little, part the leaves and follow with their head the movement of the stirred up penis. At the entrance of the Thilissi gorges, the jeeps accelerate, the cold sharpens, the smiles harden, the hands touch the weapons ; the noise of engines chases doves and pigeons out of their holes in the cliff. Gunfire. -Some soldiers collapse, blasted, their bodies hang along the jeeps, shaken by violent starts, head banging against the wheel. The other soldiers jump on the road, squat behind the jeep and fire without aiming ; the bullets whizz, pierce the metal and the foreheads, smash the radio set : lamps and crystal, dig the earth like raindrops ; the pigeons and the doves, panic-stricken by the detonations, fly about in disorder, fall on the contorted bodies, their spread wings covering and beating the blanched faces, white of the eyes showing, lips still quivering, nostrils transparent, pearly, on which are running already the little flies of death. The windscreens fly into pieces, the broken glass slides on the helmets, the wounded rattle, crawl along the slope, roll into the cacti, bending, gun dragging on the ground like a broken wing. The rebels, hiding behind the cacti, throw grenades on the jeep ; the soldiers fall, arms stretched sideways through the smoke, break their spinal column on the asphalt, howl ; helmets roll, bodies collapse among the fragments of cacti, hands cling to the alfa grass, claw the earth, close up on the cacti. Rebels fall on the survivors, disarm them, search them, make them lie on the asphalt, trample them, slaughter them, mutilate them without even unbuttoning their clothes and run away with their weapons\ldots +Some soldiers collapse, blasted, their bodies hang along the jeeps, shaken by violent starts, head banging against the wheel. The other soldiers jump on the road, squat behind the jeep and fire without aiming ; the bullets whizz, pierce the metal and the foreheads, smash the radio set~: lamps and crystal, dig the earth like raindrops ; the pigeons and the doves, panic-stricken by the detonations, fly about in disorder, fall on the contorted bodies, their spread wings covering and beating the blanched faces, white of the eyes showing, lips still quivering, nostrils transparent, pearly, on which are running already the little flies of death. The windscreens fly into pieces, the broken glass slides on the helmets, the wounded rattle, crawl along the slope, roll into the cacti, bending, gun dragging on the ground like a broken wing. The rebels, hiding behind the cacti, throw grenades on the jeep ; the soldiers fall, arms stretched sideways through the smoke, break their spinal column on the asphalt, howl ; helmets roll, bodies collapse among the fragments of cacti, hands cling to the alfa grass, claw the earth, close up on the cacti. Rebels fall on the survivors, disarm them, search them, make them lie on the asphalt, trample them, slaughter them, mutilate them without even unbuttoning their clothes and run away with their weapons\ldots -A survivor crawls towards the torrent, a black open wound between his thighs and the battledress is torn : he lets himself slide down the bank, his body rolls inside the water, which stops it quivering. The grass snakes follow to the bottom of the water, on the copper coloured stones, the rays of light and the trails of the blood. +A survivor crawls towards the torrent, a black open wound between his thighs and the battledress is torn~: he lets himself slide down the bank, his body rolls inside the water, which stops it quivering. The grass snakes follow to the bottom of the water, on the copper coloured stones, the rays of light and the trails of the blood. \bigbreak -Amycl\'ee washes the corpses piled up in her shanty. The soapy water splashes the two windows' broken panes. At dawn, Amycl\'ee scours the rubbish heaps and the reeds by the river ; she pulls the little bodies from under the straw, the sharp cans and the disjointed frames ; the slaughtered, disemboweled, drowned rebels, from between the smudgy lianas and the rotting faggots where fish and rats bite one another. She loads the bodies on her cart, she lifts the bodies, she lays them on trestles, under her shanty's windows, she tears off their tatters, she washes them, she wrings them, she sews them up ; she washes the naked bodies with soap, she scatters fresh-blown flowers upon them and lets their sap penetrate the dead flesh. The blood, diluted with water, runs from the freshly killed bodies, wets the mud floor under the trestles : Amycl\'ee lifts up the penises, washes the testicles ; the lather pricks her eyes ; the kneecap rolls under the palm of her hand ; the soapy pubic locks become tangled in her fingers, the cake of soap slides on the trestle slats as far as under the corpse's buttocks. +Amycl\'ee washes the corpses piled up in her shanty. The soapy water splashes the two windows' broken panes. At dawn, Amycl\'ee scours the rubbish heaps and the reeds by the river ; she pulls the little bodies from under the straw, the sharp cans and the disjointed frames ; the slaughtered, disemboweled, drowned rebels, from between the smudgy lianas and the rotting faggots where fish and rats bite one another. She loads the bodies on her cart, she lifts the bodies, she lays them on trestles, under her shanty's windows, she tears off their tatters, she washes them, she wrings them, she sews them up ; she washes the naked bodies with soap, she scatters fresh-blown flowers upon them and lets their sap penetrate the dead flesh. The blood, diluted with water, runs from the freshly killed bodies, wets the mud floor under the trestles~: Amycl\'ee lifts up the penises, washes the testicles ; the lather pricks her eyes ; the kneecap rolls under the palm of her hand ; the soapy pubic locks become tangled in her fingers, the cake of soap slides on the trestle slats as far as under the corpse's buttocks. Amycl\'ee shaves the down on the young rebels' cheeks. In the afternoon, she dozes off, head leaning against the trestles, hair unwound on the hip of a young whore too violently deflowered and thrown to the rubbish pile with the morning's shit. At nightfall, she once more loads the combed, dressed, closed up corpses, she pushes the cart to the bank of the river, she digs a grave ; flies, birds shroud the bodies sliding on the tilted pole, the wounds reopen, the tatters become red ; the slime crumbles into the fresh grave ; Amycl\'ee cuts the dry reeds and throws them at the bottom over the slime, then, she pulls the bodies, one by one, she lifts them in her arms and takes them down inside the pit ; the corpse's head rolls on her arm ; she lays the corpse on the reed litter, she wipes on the pale brow a bird dropping, she kisses the eyelids and the stones of the eyes. The purple birds peck the trampled earth. @@ -1197,11 +1197,11 @@ On the way back, Amycl\'ee washes the cart in the river ; the fish graze the pol --- I want to drink milk. -He enters, he rushes in Amycl\'ee's arms, his mouth is swelled with wine and beer, he vomits them over Amycl\'ee's shoulder and back, she makes him lie on the camp bed, she holds a pitcher of milk, she pours it in his bowl. Kment rises on one elbow, he puts his lips on the edge of the bowl, he drinks : a clot of blood pierces the surface and sticks to his lips ; Kment spits, throws the bowl against the wall, spits, grips his throat~: +He enters, he rushes in Amycl\'ee's arms, his mouth is swelled with wine and beer, he vomits them over Amycl\'ee's shoulder and back, she makes him lie on the camp bed, she holds a pitcher of milk, she pours it in his bowl. Kment rises on one elbow, he puts his lips on the edge of the bowl, he drinks~: a clot of blood pierces the surface and sticks to his lips ; Kment spits, throws the bowl against the wall, spits, grips his throat~: --- Blood, blood, blood everywhere. Your hair comes out of blood. You change blood into milk. You drink the martyrs' blood. -Milk streams on the wall and in the camp bed's articulations. The blood clot is hanging from Kment's chin, it vibrates when the boy shouts. Amycl\'ee walks around the trestles : turds are coming out from between a young slaughtered rebel's buttocks ; a purple bird is pecking at them. Amycl\'ee strokes the shaven head, the mark of the noose on the stiffened throat. Kment rolls over the mud floor, he crawls, he catches Amycl\'ee's leg, his chest is bathing in the blood, his teeth bite the trestles' feet~: +Milk streams on the wall and in the camp bed's articulations. The blood clot is hanging from Kment's chin, it vibrates when the boy shouts. Amycl\'ee walks around the trestles~: turds are coming out from between a young slaughtered rebel's buttocks ; a purple bird is pecking at them. Amycl\'ee strokes the shaven head, the mark of the noose on the stiffened throat. Kment rolls over the mud floor, he crawls, he catches Amycl\'ee's leg, his chest is bathing in the blood, his teeth bite the trestles' feet~: --- Give me your milk. Give. @@ -1209,9 +1209,9 @@ Milk streams on the wall and in the camp bed's articulations. The blood clot is --- I'm your little boy. Let me stroke your belly and your breasts, the milk will come up again, for my lips. -All night he spits, he holds Amycl\'ee against the walls, he knocks her down over the corpses, he bites her, he claws her cunt and her breasts ; he presses her waist, he licks her neck and throat, pushes on her belly with his fist. She, the blood clot stuck between her lips, her bare back crushing the softened cock of a dead rebel, lets the boy hollow her out, take her breath away with his mouth, drown her in his spittle. Only at dawn does he fall asleep on her, birds fly into the illuminated shanty, the broken panes scintillate, the sharp wind freezes her shoulders and the tears in her eyes. At the tip of her breast shines a drop of milk. Then, waking up the boy with a blow of her knee, she gives herself up : Kment, in a half-sleep opens, pushes forward his lips and his tongue licks the drop of milk on the erect nipple ; then, he falls asleep again but gives little strokes with his tongue on the nipple, every time he groans or becomes immersed again in the dream. +All night he spits, he holds Amycl\'ee against the walls, he knocks her down over the corpses, he bites her, he claws her cunt and her breasts ; he presses her waist, he licks her neck and throat, pushes on her belly with his fist. She, the blood clot stuck between her lips, her bare back crushing the softened cock of a dead rebel, lets the boy hollow her out, take her breath away with his mouth, drown her in his spittle. Only at dawn does he fall asleep on her, birds fly into the illuminated shanty, the broken panes scintillate, the sharp wind freezes her shoulders and the tears in her eyes. At the tip of her breast shines a drop of milk. Then, waking up the boy with a blow of her knee, she gives herself up~: Kment, in a half-sleep opens, pushes forward his lips and his tongue licks the drop of milk on the erect nipple ; then, he falls asleep again but gives little strokes with his tongue on the nipple, every time he groans or becomes immersed again in the dream. -Amycl\'ee lies in the bed of the dying and helps them to die. She also hides the hunted rebels, they hold their breath, crushed under the heap of dead bodies ; the soldiers respect Amycl\'ee, by order of the governor, they bring her sacks of flour and sugar. Some evenings, sugar sparkles on the lips of all the lower district's children and their belly is swollen by flour eaten raw, head inside the sack. Then, Amycl\'ee, secluded in her shanty, her trestles emptied and washed, waits for Djafar. Rebel, commander of the river area, pimp of thirty women, Djafar, on days of flour and sugar, visits Amycl\'ee. He carries the sacks to the mountain where his strike commandos camp. Inside the shanty, he lifts, he chooses the sacks, his pistol, his dagger, beat on his hips. Amycl\'ee holds him back by the wrist, by the waist, Djafar pushes her away : he holds his rifle in his hand, he looks back, the mica eyeshade of his cap darkens his gaze, his hair comes out in locks from under the crammed cap ; the battledress is held tight at the waist and falls in pleats on the buttocks, on the hips, on the thighs ; Djafar grips in his floured fist the top of Amycl\'ee's blouse, he shakes Amycl\'ee, plunges again his free arm in the flour, makes it run between his fingers. Under the battledress, crumpled, its pockets tucked up, the sweater and the sheepskin stolen from the occupation army, fatten his arms, his shoulders and his torso and eat up his neck\ldots +Amycl\'ee lies in the bed of the dying and helps them to die. She also hides the hunted rebels, they hold their breath, crushed under the heap of dead bodies ; the soldiers respect Amycl\'ee, by order of the governor, they bring her sacks of flour and sugar. Some evenings, sugar sparkles on the lips of all the lower district's children and their belly is swollen by flour eaten raw, head inside the sack. Then, Amycl\'ee, secluded in her shanty, her trestles emptied and washed, waits for Djafar. Rebel, commander of the river area, pimp of thirty women, Djafar, on days of flour and sugar, visits Amycl\'ee. He carries the sacks to the mountain where his strike commandos camp. Inside the shanty, he lifts, he chooses the sacks, his pistol, his dagger, beat on his hips. Amycl\'ee holds him back by the wrist, by the waist, Djafar pushes her away~: he holds his rifle in his hand, he looks back, the mica eyeshade of his cap darkens his gaze, his hair comes out in locks from under the crammed cap ; the battledress is held tight at the waist and falls in pleats on the buttocks, on the hips, on the thighs ; Djafar grips in his floured fist the top of Amycl\'ee's blouse, he shakes Amycl\'ee, plunges again his free arm in the flour, makes it run between his fingers. Under the battledress, crumpled, its pockets tucked up, the sweater and the sheepskin stolen from the occupation army, fatten his arms, his shoulders and his torso and eat up his neck\ldots Amycl\'ee strokes his back, he gives a start, he tilts his head backwards, presses his mouth smeared with sugar and flour on Amycl\'ee's cheek and hair ; he hugs the young woman against his chest hardened by the grenades and bullets crammed in the pockets, he bites her mouth, her teeth ; his jaguar's head rolls, crushes Amycl\'ee's shoulder, his paws knead the mass of flesh, hair and fabric wet by sweat on the front of Amycl\'ee's body. Rays of light stripe Djafar's back and legs ; Djafar yells, he slobbers over Amycl\'ee's face, her shoulders, the top of her blouse ; every time she unclenches her lips or looks up, moves her cheeks, tilts her head backwards, at once filaments of slaver develop and scintillate and Djafar licks them and blows on them. The way a beast covers its prey with foam. Djafar squeezes her loins between his thighs hardened by forced marches ; he knocks her down on the camp bed spattered with milk, the canvas makes cracking sounds under their bodies, the fastenings are stretched tight, the articulations of wood and aluminum, bow. The frame at the head of the bed comes out of joint under their fiery heads ; Amycl\'ee, strangled, holds Djafar's floured head, her nails claw the cap of camouflage cloth, Amycl\'ee raises, pushes back Djafar's head ; he, with one hand unbuttons himself and with the other he tears, her belly lifted up, Amycl\'ee's blouse from one hip to another, with his sugared spittle he blinds Amycl\'ee's eyes ; he shakes his head, he rids it of Amycl\'ee's hands like a horse of its girth. The pieces of cardboard flap on the broken panes. The night wind raises the dust around the shanty ; the searchlights illuminate the brothel windows, the bodies intermingled in the darkness of the outside latrines, over the soiled planks, the pitchers, the washbasins, the mirrors, the steel towel rails, the spattered bars, the folds in the untidy sheets where a transparent sperm is shaking~: @@ -1219,7 +1219,7 @@ Amycl\'ee strokes his back, he gives a start, he tilts his head backwards, press --- \ldots gentleness. ---- I laugh while fleeing a village we set on fire, cattle and families intermingled in blood, under the moon. The smell of ash and grilled blood gives me a hard-on. Often, I walk back to the slaughter, I touch the muscle, the still throbbing vein of some naked child huddled up beside the heap of bodies. Then, he opens an eye, he stares at me and I strike that eye with my rifle's butt. I call the jackals halted panting behind the smoking ruins, I lift up the child and I throw him in the smoke : the fangs knock against one another in the smoke, blood runs out of the sheet of smoke, limbs shoot out all bloody, I put my foot on them, the jackal bites my shoe, it tears the lace ; my comrades squatting in the vines are devouring the grapes, juice runs down their throat, then mixes with their slaver on the battledress swelled by the cock hardened in the slaughter and kept so by the jackals' uproar and my panting ; the jackals pull bodies knocked down on the slope of roofs and sheds made of thatch and bamboo, the bodies fall, feet bitten by the beasts. +--- I laugh while fleeing a village we set on fire, cattle and families intermingled in blood, under the moon. The smell of ash and grilled blood gives me a hard-on. Often, I walk back to the slaughter, I touch the muscle, the still throbbing vein of some naked child huddled up beside the heap of bodies. Then, he opens an eye, he stares at me and I strike that eye with my rifle's butt. I call the jackals halted panting behind the smoking ruins, I lift up the child and I throw him in the smoke~: the fangs knock against one another in the smoke, blood runs out of the sheet of smoke, limbs shoot out all bloody, I put my foot on them, the jackal bites my shoe, it tears the lace ; my comrades squatting in the vines are devouring the grapes, juice runs down their throat, then mixes with their slaver on the battledress swelled by the cock hardened in the slaughter and kept so by the jackals' uproar and my panting ; the jackals pull bodies knocked down on the slope of roofs and sheds made of thatch and bamboo, the bodies fall, feet bitten by the beasts. I sit on the heaped up corpses, blood wets my buttocks, a throat quivers under my cock, two breasts breathe under my thighs and I tilt my head backwards, and my eyes become lost in the starlit sky ; the breathing, under me, weakens, my hard-on points towards the stars, my chest moves up again towards my throat, the jackals' paws claw the flagstones. At the bottom of the valley, the jeeps' and half-track vehicles' headlights dazzle the kingfishers mating on the reeds and on the pink shingles, the monkeys mating inside the ruins of the thermal power station, or playing on the motionless driving belts and gear wheels. At the noise of engines, breaths, moanings have started coming out of the pile of mingled bodies but, under me, the breathing has ceased and I lean back hands joined under the nape and I spread my thighs and I let my cock fall back on my belly and lift my belt. Headlights pierce the smoke, I spring up, I strike the comrades dozing in the vines, throat strangled by the grapes, and we run till morning towards the sea, to purify the harshness of our bodies and of our minds. @@ -1229,13 +1229,13 @@ Djafar drags Amycl\'ee to the brothel, he throws her against the walls of the co --- Thus prepared, sprinkled, blessed by our hands, little sister Amycl\'ee, you may embrace those touched by Djafar, without regret. -And Djafar delivers Amycl\'ee to his comrades. At dawn, he takes her from their arms, their legs, he wipes Amycl\'ee's hair with the flat of his hand, his back leans against the wall, he unbuttons himself, he shakes forward his unbuttoned fly. He grows rigid against the wall under its latticed window. Whores, clients, madam, sleepers, give a start when a beam touches their bare feet, their nostrils soiled with snot, their throat where the wine is drying, their belly where the sperm sticks and flattens the down, their lips where the sharp wind make their sexual organs' locks shiver. Amycl\'ee buries her hand between the thighs of Djafar stiffened and hissing, a soda straw between his teeth, she catches the cock, presses it to her lips, she wanks him : the cock, ringed, heats up, swells ; Amycl\'ee presses it against her half-opened lips and saliva sparkles between her teeth : her upper lip covers the top of the seething cock like the cap of a poisoned cup and her eyes shine, mist over, shine. +And Djafar delivers Amycl\'ee to his comrades. At dawn, he takes her from their arms, their legs, he wipes Amycl\'ee's hair with the flat of his hand, his back leans against the wall, he unbuttons himself, he shakes forward his unbuttoned fly. He grows rigid against the wall under its latticed window. Whores, clients, madam, sleepers, give a start when a beam touches their bare feet, their nostrils soiled with snot, their throat where the wine is drying, their belly where the sperm sticks and flattens the down, their lips where the sharp wind make their sexual organs' locks shiver. Amycl\'ee buries her hand between the thighs of Djafar stiffened and hissing, a soda straw between his teeth, she catches the cock, presses it to her lips, she wanks him~: the cock, ringed, heats up, swells ; Amycl\'ee presses it against her half-opened lips and saliva sparkles between her teeth~: her upper lip covers the top of the seething cock like the cap of a poisoned cup and her eyes shine, mist over, shine. \bigbreak -\ldots\ \ldots\ For a month women have been treading the ravaged plain where Spring rises up a little ; the soldiers, very young ones, strike them, whip them ; one evening, Amycl\'ee, lies down on the earth, the captive women carry her to a tumbledown hut along which a wisteria is blooming ; on the ashes, the child is born ; a gust of wind raises the ash, like a man's stride. The soldiers drink, sing, throw blackened stones and pieces of metal on the women. A soldier reaps the wisteria with his butt, he tramples it, he pushes the women aside, he grabs the gluey and frozen baby in his arms, he steps outside, he runs towards the soldiers sitting around the fire, he throws the baby over his head, he catches him again, he sprinkles him with wine, with earth, he holds him by the feet in his gloved fists. Amycl\'ee doesn't move, the women guard the door of the broken down hut. A captive woman, whom the soldiers are raping, screams, her head bangs against their hardened shoes rounded off by frost, they crush her toes in the spongy earth : the black spider woven on the soldiers' armbands has faded with the sweat of blows and embraces, with the rain, with the splashed soup. Women grown ugly, ground by weariness and too great a misery ; only, the still pure curve of a cheek, a spark in the glance, the tender joint of a finger, could move the young soldiers, but they do not notice them, they harass those unimportant bodies, they beat them by habit, they crush them by boredom. The soldier throws the baby on the belly of Amycl\'ee knocked down on the rails. At nightfall, the same soldier picks up the baby still alive, he lifts him up by the arm, he runs, he holds a bottle of spirits in another fist ; the baby gets caught in a heap of barbed wire, the soldier pulls, the barbed wire rises ; the soldier ties the baby to the barbed wire, he drags the wire to the gates of Gas. Eagles shoot out from an enemy bomber, gunned down, stranded on the top of the fir trees, by the lake : fifteen year-old soldiers are pushing prisoners towards that frozen lake, they strike them with oars and frames of pedal boats. The prisoners --- many are naked --- jump on the ice, the squalls knock them down against the bloody blocks of ice ; a soldier catches a little girl who escaped and huddled inside the pedal boat shed, he takes her by the waist and, dancing, he pushes her towards the shore, he forces her to enter the frozen water up to the throat, he pushes one moment her head under water, then, bringing two sharp ice blocks close together, he grips the little girl's neck, until death. +\ldots\ \ldots\ For a month women have been treading the ravaged plain where Spring rises up a little ; the soldiers, very young ones, strike them, whip them ; one evening, Amycl\'ee, lies down on the earth, the captive women carry her to a tumbledown hut along which a wisteria is blooming ; on the ashes, the child is born ; a gust of wind raises the ash, like a man's stride. The soldiers drink, sing, throw blackened stones and pieces of metal on the women. A soldier reaps the wisteria with his butt, he tramples it, he pushes the women aside, he grabs the gluey and frozen baby in his arms, he steps outside, he runs towards the soldiers sitting around the fire, he throws the baby over his head, he catches him again, he sprinkles him with wine, with earth, he holds him by the feet in his gloved fists. Amycl\'ee doesn't move, the women guard the door of the broken down hut. A captive woman, whom the soldiers are raping, screams, her head bangs against their hardened shoes rounded off by frost, they crush her toes in the spongy earth~: the black spider woven on the soldiers' armbands has faded with the sweat of blows and embraces, with the rain, with the splashed soup. Women grown ugly, ground by weariness and too great a misery ; only, the still pure curve of a cheek, a spark in the glance, the tender joint of a finger, could move the young soldiers, but they do not notice them, they harass those unimportant bodies, they beat them by habit, they crush them by boredom. The soldier throws the baby on the belly of Amycl\'ee knocked down on the rails. At nightfall, the same soldier picks up the baby still alive, he lifts him up by the arm, he runs, he holds a bottle of spirits in another fist ; the baby gets caught in a heap of barbed wire, the soldier pulls, the barbed wire rises ; the soldier ties the baby to the barbed wire, he drags the wire to the gates of Gas. Eagles shoot out from an enemy bomber, gunned down, stranded on the top of the fir trees, by the lake~: fifteen year-old soldiers are pushing prisoners towards that frozen lake, they strike them with oars and frames of pedal boats. The prisoners --- many are naked --- jump on the ice, the squalls knock them down against the bloody blocks of ice ; a soldier catches a little girl who escaped and huddled inside the pedal boat shed, he takes her by the waist and, dancing, he pushes her towards the shore, he forces her to enter the frozen water up to the throat, he pushes one moment her head under water, then, bringing two sharp ice blocks close together, he grips the little girl's neck, until death. -At the Gas, the soldier unties the baby from the barbed wire, he throws him over the living and the dead, standing, lying, intermingled and their shit released in fright and anger. The iron gate is shut again, the soldiers lean on it, their elbows, their chests, their knees ; the gate is shaking ; the soldiers hold their breath : a murmur of girls' dormitory in the morning, rises from the iron. A soldier opens the gate, purulent corpses of children slide like dead fish at the soldier's feet, he tramples those shaven heads, those hollow cheeks, those skinny shoulders marked by the whip, those legs so frail that one blow of the fist would smash them, those eyes in which the blows have awoken the blood in the iris, those battered brows which some natural mothers, once beautiful and happy, have kissed in the evening to chase away the monsters of the dream, those withered lips that alighted upon their cheeks, at morning, red, warm with sleep and sensing already the jam and the tea ; the soldier shakes his boots ; the eagles soar from watch-tower to watch-tower. In slow motion, a train runs towards Amycl\'ee asleep on the wet rails, squashes the rotting corpses, the cradles, the pushchairs, the children's eyeshades piled up on the railway and covered with a powdery and sparkling snow ; the fifteen year-old soldiers climb up the cattle trucks filled with children alive and dead, tear away the small chains and the medals and the gold teeth with the pliers in the mouth of the living, agony's pink blood gushes out, bathes the stolen gold and the pliers that are searching for it. +At the Gas, the soldier unties the baby from the barbed wire, he throws him over the living and the dead, standing, lying, intermingled and their shit released in fright and anger. The iron gate is shut again, the soldiers lean on it, their elbows, their chests, their knees ; the gate is shaking ; the soldiers hold their breath~: a murmur of girls' dormitory in the morning, rises from the iron. A soldier opens the gate, purulent corpses of children slide like dead fish at the soldier's feet, he tramples those shaven heads, those hollow cheeks, those skinny shoulders marked by the whip, those legs so frail that one blow of the fist would smash them, those eyes in which the blows have awoken the blood in the iris, those battered brows which some natural mothers, once beautiful and happy, have kissed in the evening to chase away the monsters of the dream, those withered lips that alighted upon their cheeks, at morning, red, warm with sleep and sensing already the jam and the tea ; the soldier shakes his boots ; the eagles soar from watch-tower to watch-tower. In slow motion, a train runs towards Amycl\'ee asleep on the wet rails, squashes the rotting corpses, the cradles, the pushchairs, the children's eyeshades piled up on the railway and covered with a powdery and sparkling snow ; the fifteen year-old soldiers climb up the cattle trucks filled with children alive and dead, tear away the small chains and the medals and the gold teeth with the pliers in the mouth of the living, agony's pink blood gushes out, bathes the stolen gold and the pliers that are searching for it. In Spring, the river where the wood glides down, water flows on the rocks, in the grass, under the tree roots, between the ruins, rolling the wilted flowers, the pieces of bark, the remains of toys, the jingling fragments of metal. Freshness rises from the waters. Amycl\'ee and the women are washing the children in the liberated lake ; the fifteen year-old soldiers forgiven, disarmed, wearing khaki vests, are fishing, chasing the frogs along the shore. Amycl\'ee and the women lay the babies on the straw litter inside the pedal boat shed ; they beat, they wring the fifteen year-old soldiers' jackets and shirts ; the armbands, faded, are burning under the pots of soup. The fifteen year-old soldiers, their jacket soiled with slime, tear with hoarse laughs the frogs' legs and throw them in the boiling water. At night, they rise silently from the litter, uncrease their straw-strewn jackets, cover their shoulders with the wet jackets, go out in the bright night ; they run like a herd, their heels hitting the rock covered with pine needles ; in the forest, they stroke the enemy bomber, they spit on the double cross mark painted on the fuselage and on the wings, they take out from their jacket a portrait of the Master of War, their suicided master, photo torn off from the pedal boat shed's wall, they hang it to the trunk of a fir tree, they salute him, hand raised, they shout, they trample the ground with their bare feet ; they seize the youngest among them, they undress him, they tie his feet with a pedal boat mooring rope, and they suspend him, upside down, to the lowest branch of the tree ; they press him, they whip him with their belts unfastened from around the jacket, they wank over his shaken back, on his unfurled hair crowned by the mark of the helmet ; then, having untied him, they drag him to a stream in the deep forest, the stream erodes the trunks, it flows towards the sea --- the diverted lake ; they plunge the boy's head in the tumultuous current and they flee, silent, panting, their brow whipped by the reborn leaves and the random glimmers of the moon and of the bombers. @@ -1245,7 +1245,7 @@ Amycl\'ee wakes up, the children, the babies huddled against her hips, fast asle The sea is grey, the children, the adolescents, wearing loose-fitting sailor uniforms, play on the deck, fall asleep huddled on the piles of ropes ; in their sleep, their hands, their shoulders shiver, they groan like little gundogs dreaming of chases and the kill ; on their cheeks, the whip has left white marks ; at the corner of the eyes, wounds that the sun burns ; the spray, the salt falling back on their sleeping bodies, make them quiver. The sailors step over the bodies. They've taken the children in their cabins, they sew up their worn clothes. At ports, they disembark with these children and come back, arms full of toys, barley sugar, shoes, smocks and straw hats. -On deck, everywhere, the children follow them but quiver under the caresses. Amycl\'ee, leaning over the rails, smokes long cigarettes offered by the young captain of the ship. He doesn't dare caress the scars on Amycl\'ee's face and arms ; he loves her for a deep scar she bears on the top of the throat, at the border of the neck, that decapitates her ; at night, he bends over her while she's asleep, he kisses the scar, under the sheet. A seagull dozing on the outside edge of the porthole, flies away : the wing hits the pane ; Amycl\'ee moves ; the young captain withdraws. In the morning, gone down to the capital of the hundred inlaid cupolas, he brushes with his hand the studded gate of the imperial prison, she, Amycl\'ee, throwing back her hair and the torn tufts soaring around her. +On deck, everywhere, the children follow them but quiver under the caresses. Amycl\'ee, leaning over the rails, smokes long cigarettes offered by the young captain of the ship. He doesn't dare caress the scars on Amycl\'ee's face and arms ; he loves her for a deep scar she bears on the top of the throat, at the border of the neck, that decapitates her ; at night, he bends over her while she's asleep, he kisses the scar, under the sheet. A seagull dozing on the outside edge of the porthole, flies away~: the wing hits the pane ; Amycl\'ee moves ; the young captain withdraws. In the morning, gone down to the capital of the hundred inlaid cupolas, he brushes with his hand the studded gate of the imperial prison, she, Amycl\'ee, throwing back her hair and the torn tufts soaring around her. --- My mother, revolutionary, was here locked up and beheaded the night of her labour, and I was screaming, alone, abandoned in the prison, on her deserted trestle bed. @@ -1253,19 +1253,19 @@ Amycl\'ee tilts her head back, offers her taut bosom, the young captain plunges \bigbreak -Amycl\'ee's lips press the cock of a languid Djafar, his battledress rubbing the wall's saltpetre. All around, clients and whores rise, get dressed again ; with their head down, the clients plunge into dawn, stumble over the crates, wipe their soiled hands to the tyres of the market lorries ; behind the banging doors of the small covered market, rats stir the heaps of chopped heads of pigs and lambs, lick the fresh blood, pull at the eyes, dig under the teeth, tear the ears off ; sea birds imprisoned at the departure of stevedores and butchers, bang into the glass roofs, cry, their droppings splash the pools of blood ; the breath from their wings shakes the hooks in the cubicles and the nylon curtains, bloody and pierced by the apprentices' knives. Sleepy children, behind the brothel's bar, fire at each other with air pistols they stole at the slaughterhouse : they press them on the forehead of clients asleep on the tiled floor. Then, Djafar seizes a child by the waist, he grabs the pistol from his fist, he presses the barrel on Amycl\'ee's forehead and he kills her : Amycl\'ee gives a start, her lips part from Djafar's softened cock, she falls backwards, her head bangs against the tiles and the foot of the petting seat ; Djafar, his cock shaking on the battledress, tramples Amycl\'ee's head. The children crowding around the madame's hips, lick their pistols. Djafar, putting his cock back in his battledress and buttoning himself, walks towards the bar, he takes a bottle from the hands of the dishwasher --- inside the dishwashing basin, sperm filaments swirl in the soapy water --- he drinks straight from the bottle, he throws it against the dishwasher's bare torso and he escapes into the street, his felt sandals striking the drenched asphalt. +Amycl\'ee's lips press the cock of a languid Djafar, his battledress rubbing the wall's saltpetre. All around, clients and whores rise, get dressed again ; with their head down, the clients plunge into dawn, stumble over the crates, wipe their soiled hands to the tyres of the market lorries ; behind the banging doors of the small covered market, rats stir the heaps of chopped heads of pigs and lambs, lick the fresh blood, pull at the eyes, dig under the teeth, tear the ears off ; sea birds imprisoned at the departure of stevedores and butchers, bang into the glass roofs, cry, their droppings splash the pools of blood ; the breath from their wings shakes the hooks in the cubicles and the nylon curtains, bloody and pierced by the apprentices' knives. Sleepy children, behind the brothel's bar, fire at each other with air pistols they stole at the slaughterhouse~: they press them on the forehead of clients asleep on the tiled floor. Then, Djafar seizes a child by the waist, he grabs the pistol from his fist, he presses the barrel on Amycl\'ee's forehead and he kills her~: Amycl\'ee gives a start, her lips part from Djafar's softened cock, she falls backwards, her head bangs against the tiles and the foot of the petting seat ; Djafar, his cock shaking on the battledress, tramples Amycl\'ee's head. The children crowding around the madame's hips, lick their pistols. Djafar, putting his cock back in his battledress and buttoning himself, walks towards the bar, he takes a bottle from the hands of the dishwasher --- inside the dishwashing basin, sperm filaments swirl in the soapy water --- he drinks straight from the bottle, he throws it against the dishwasher's bare torso and he escapes into the street, his felt sandals striking the drenched asphalt. -In the evening, he is at Loutrakion, on the other side of the river : his aides erect a blackboard in the middle of the village ; he, Djafar, standing on the town hall roof, watches for the people and threatens them with his rifle, his pistol, his dagger ; he keeps the slaughterhouse pistol inside his shirt, and he often pulls it out to kiss its barrel and its butt. +In the evening, he is at Loutrakion, on the other side of the river~: his aides erect a blackboard in the middle of the village ; he, Djafar, standing on the town hall roof, watches for the people and threatens them with his rifle, his pistol, his dagger ; he keeps the slaughterhouse pistol inside his shirt, and he often pulls it out to kiss its barrel and its butt. \bigbreak On the other side of the sea, in the ski resorts, secret messengers, officially disavowed by Ecbatane's government and by those countries in favour of the Inamenas rebellion, jump from helicopters, holding their hats in position ; morning and afternoon, they quarrel around a conference table ; in the evening, they make it up around a game. Ecbatane despises and considers to be slaves and criminals those scoundrels who, to free themselves, kill those very ones they intend to free, or else spare them to later command them as sovereigns. -The military, defeated in a former colonial war, seeing themselves victorious in Inamenas, --- and without glory --- in the field, persist in believing that they are so in the heart of the people too. Then, very fast, they conceal their inaptitude for right and duty under the pretext of martyrdom and surrender of the State. In the corridors of luxury hotels, staff and Intelligence generals congratulate each other, conspire, mix their perfumes, place themselves in the sun to make their medals gleam, break with their fingers the pot plants' leaves --- a demolisher's reflex --- and, incapable of killing rebels, they pester the waiters. Those men, for the most part, have the bloated and puffed up face of looters, of pimps. They are laden with honours and privileges and this is fair : they have sacrificed their intelligence. +The military, defeated in a former colonial war, seeing themselves victorious in Inamenas, --- and without glory --- in the field, persist in believing that they are so in the heart of the people too. Then, very fast, they conceal their inaptitude for right and duty under the pretext of martyrdom and surrender of the State. In the corridors of luxury hotels, staff and Intelligence generals congratulate each other, conspire, mix their perfumes, place themselves in the sun to make their medals gleam, break with their fingers the pot plants' leaves --- a demolisher's reflex --- and, incapable of killing rebels, they pester the waiters. Those men, for the most part, have the bloated and puffed up face of looters, of pimps. They are laden with honours and privileges and this is fair~: they have sacrificed their intelligence. \bigbreak -Bandello the sergeant, the night of his arrival in Inamenas, clears the barrack block wall, he undresses in a deserted sentry box, he puts on his civilian clothes ; shirt and jeans ; he rolls the battledress under the sentry box, he runs away : his automatic pistol tight in the pocket of the jeans --- which, too short, he stole from his younger brother, when leaving Ecbatane. Bandello enters the brothel ; Serge squatting in the brothel's small garden, is waiting for Audry, the son of the police chief. Bandello keeps his jeans and shirt away from spatters. But, when the whore undresses him, she recognizes, around the boy's loins, the military underpants : she crumples them between her fingers, she unfastens them and, catching the boy by his cock, she pushes him against the bedstead, the underpants flopped down around his ankles~: +Bandello the sergeant, the night of his arrival in Inamenas, clears the barrack block wall, he undresses in a deserted sentry box, he puts on his civilian clothes ; shirt and jeans ; he rolls the battledress under the sentry box, he runs away~: his automatic pistol tight in the pocket of the jeans --- which, too short, he stole from his younger brother, when leaving Ecbatane. Bandello enters the brothel ; Serge squatting in the brothel's small garden, is waiting for Audry, the son of the police chief. Bandello keeps his jeans and shirt away from spatters. But, when the whore undresses him, she recognizes, around the boy's loins, the military underpants~: she crumples them between her fingers, she unfastens them and, catching the boy by his cock, she pushes him against the bedstead, the underpants flopped down around his ankles~: --- You have the skin of a metropolitan. Here, even the underneath of the mens' cocks is tanned. @@ -1273,15 +1273,15 @@ Lying under him, she fondles and shakes the boy's contracted testicles, he, bend --- They tinkle like sleigh bells. -Bandello, his entire penis strikes his thighs when, the flesh merchant's favourite, wearing only a schoolboy's short smock and the dagger and the mallet hanging from his neck, he steps over the cots and beds where Ecbatane children are quivering ; and the child, woken up by the cock's beating, he stuns him with a blow of the mallet on the temple, and the natural father, woken up in his turn by the noise of the mallet, he bleeds him with his dagger, and he carries the child away and the flesh merchant throws the child in a van bound for Abroad : under the customs house, adjoining the border-village butcher's shop, a barracks houses the undeclared slaves and the ones smuggled through ; the child is chosen and sold ; a piece of chewing-gum in his mouth, the madam uncovers his teeth with her nails and presses his cock and feels his balls or his breast. +Bandello, his entire penis strikes his thighs when, the flesh merchant's favourite, wearing only a schoolboy's short smock and the dagger and the mallet hanging from his neck, he steps over the cots and beds where Ecbatane children are quivering ; and the child, woken up by the cock's beating, he stuns him with a blow of the mallet on the temple, and the natural father, woken up in his turn by the noise of the mallet, he bleeds him with his dagger, and he carries the child away and the flesh merchant throws the child in a van bound for Abroad~: under the customs house, adjoining the border-village butcher's shop, a barracks houses the undeclared slaves and the ones smuggled through ; the child is chosen and sold ; a piece of chewing-gum in his mouth, the madam uncovers his teeth with her nails and presses his cock and feels his balls or his breast. -The whore embraces Bandello, she covers his ears. Audry squats down against the garden fence : moonlight bathes his hair, runs behind his ear and on the buckle of his belt ; a naked child wanders on the straw, in the middle of the square in front of the brothel, a dog follows him, licks his feet ; the child digs a hole in the straw, he lies there with the dog in his arms ; the dog shudders at the wind, it releases its turds on the belly of the child sleeping underneath ; a little girl, naked, ribbons in her hair, lifts the frame of a deckchair, she hurts her wrist, she moans while licking the wound, the straw dust moves up along her legs. Bandello tears away the whore's hands from his ears, he quivers at the child's moaning, at the others' footsteps on the straw, he gets up, he walks to the window, he looks out. The whore, knees raised, wipes her lips, strokes the crumpled jeans on the linoleum, her hand touches the pistol inside the pocket ; Bandello's shoulders give a start against the moonlight, a trail of sperm sparkles on his hip. Bandello returns to lie next to the whore again, she kisses his belly and torso refreshed by the wind, her lips follow the marks of the sheet, the scars of the embrace. Bandello rolls over to the edge of the bed ; with his foot, he picks up the jeans, he makes them slide as far as his belly ; the pistol sticks out of the pocket, slides on Bandello's cock, on the soiled hair ; Bandello sees on the butt the marks of the whore's fingers ; he catches the pistol and with one hand, and his raised leg drawing on the jeans as far as the thighs, he brushes the whore's lips with the wet pistol ; she bites and her teeth clink on the metal. +The whore embraces Bandello, she covers his ears. Audry squats down against the garden fence~: moonlight bathes his hair, runs behind his ear and on the buckle of his belt ; a naked child wanders on the straw, in the middle of the square in front of the brothel, a dog follows him, licks his feet ; the child digs a hole in the straw, he lies there with the dog in his arms ; the dog shudders at the wind, it releases its turds on the belly of the child sleeping underneath ; a little girl, naked, ribbons in her hair, lifts the frame of a deckchair, she hurts her wrist, she moans while licking the wound, the straw dust moves up along her legs. Bandello tears away the whore's hands from his ears, he quivers at the child's moaning, at the others' footsteps on the straw, he gets up, he walks to the window, he looks out. The whore, knees raised, wipes her lips, strokes the crumpled jeans on the linoleum, her hand touches the pistol inside the pocket ; Bandello's shoulders give a start against the moonlight, a trail of sperm sparkles on his hip. Bandello returns to lie next to the whore again, she kisses his belly and torso refreshed by the wind, her lips follow the marks of the sheet, the scars of the embrace. Bandello rolls over to the edge of the bed ; with his foot, he picks up the jeans, he makes them slide as far as his belly ; the pistol sticks out of the pocket, slides on Bandello's cock, on the soiled hair ; Bandello sees on the butt the marks of the whore's fingers ; he catches the pistol and with one hand, and his raised leg drawing on the jeans as far as the thighs, he brushes the whore's lips with the wet pistol ; she bites and her teeth clink on the metal. Bandello pays the madam, he goes out on the square ; his bare feet inside the felt lined with Turkish towelling trample the straw dust bathed by the moon, on tiptoe he comes up to the sleeping children, he awakens them by touching their shoulder or their breast, the child rises, Bandello pulls from his jeans pocket, a sweet that was stuck to the cloth, he rolls it in his hand, the child takes it, he crunches it, Bandello pushes the child towards the warehouses ; when he discovers the sea sparkling below the stairs, the child gives a start, he clings to the iron banister, his head pinned against the wall in an inscription of death ; Bandello pulls the child by the arm, unfastens his fingers from the banister, he lifts up the child in his arms, he presses him against his chest, the dog's turds on the child's belly soil Bandello's shirt ; the child struggles, bites Bandello's hand covering his mouth, Bandello thrusts his fist in, the child suffocates, his shit explodes on Bandello's wrists ; the sea birds bustle around on the last steps of the staircase, mate inside the air holes ; Bandello tramples them under his feet, the droppings, lukewarm, run on the knit of his sandals' felt. Bandello jumps into the warehouse ; at the back of the butchery depot, a young man is sleeping on a camp bed in a brightly lit cubicle ; Bandello delivers the child ; the young man, once Bandello is gone, money swelling the jeans' pocket and waist, chloroforms the child ; he locks him up inside a case of meat about to leave, marks a red cross on the case. The rats run along, bury their snout and their claws between the slats of the case. All night they nibble the wood, they tear it, they scamper against the door and along the cubicle's partition, where the gas night lamp lights and tinges with blue the bare torso and the cheeks of the young ringed-lipped watchman. -Bandello passes over the wall again. Audry and Serge pick up the unconscious children, they carry them away, they deliver them at the caretaker's lodge in the archbishop's palace. They go back to the brothel district, they pick up the men, the boys, the girls, the drunken women : they lay them on benches or on the straw, apart from the streets, out of reach of the wheels ; they dip their handkerchieves in the fountain, they wash the faces soiled with vomit. +Bandello passes over the wall again. Audry and Serge pick up the unconscious children, they carry them away, they deliver them at the caretaker's lodge in the archbishop's palace. They go back to the brothel district, they pick up the men, the boys, the girls, the drunken women~: they lay them on benches or on the straw, apart from the streets, out of reach of the wheels ; they dip their handkerchieves in the fountain, they wash the faces soiled with vomit. -Bandello, back from operations, jumps over the wall and prowls on the straw, Audry and Serge fight with him about the children, Bandello draws his pistol, the bullet riddles the gumtrees, and releases the fragrance ; Audry and Serge, lying behind the trunk, embrace : against Serge's ear, Audry's scar on the throat : a grenade, at thirteen years old, in an attempt against his father, a policeman. Bandello drags the body of the child stunned by the shot. A patrol moves towards the brothel : the commandos in three ranks, weapon in hand, the sergeant an electric torch beating his fly lighting the folds of the battledress on the thigh, trample under their feet the pebbles and the cans. +Bandello, back from operations, jumps over the wall and prowls on the straw, Audry and Serge fight with him about the children, Bandello draws his pistol, the bullet riddles the gumtrees, and releases the fragrance ; Audry and Serge, lying behind the trunk, embrace~: against Serge's ear, Audry's scar on the throat~: a grenade, at thirteen years old, in an attempt against his father, a policeman. Bandello drags the body of the child stunned by the shot. A patrol moves towards the brothel~: the commandos in three ranks, weapon in hand, the sergeant an electric torch beating his fly lighting the folds of the battledress on the thigh, trample under their feet the pebbles and the cans. Bandello, Audry and Serge run into the closed down latrines of the former dredgers, they lock themselves up in the cubicles, throat throbbing in the dark, feet sinking in the layer of human and animal shit overflowing from the holes ; the commandos spit at the brothel windowpanes, the sergeant lights the windows on the first floor and the spatters of soap and sperm, and the shadows and the gleams of naked bodies, at the panes. @@ -1295,7 +1295,7 @@ On his return, Fabienne gets out of bed, bends over Serge asleep all dressed ; h Fabienne caresses Serge's belly, unfastens the shorts' rubber belt, Serge gives a start, he sits up straight, he slaps Fabienne's cheek~: ---- Audry does not love you. Never, when I speak your name : Fabienne, does his cock move, neither do his lips sparkle. Audry loves whores and in the brothel, he wouldn't choose you. +--- Audry does not love you. Never, when I speak your name~: Fabienne, does his cock move, neither do his lips sparkle. Audry loves whores and in the brothel, he wouldn't choose you. --- I love Audry, your hand that touched him tonight, he, Audry, doing evil and good. For him I let dry on his cheeks the secret tears of our natural father that in former times my tongue used to lick, I sitting on his knees and spitting for fun the cherry stones on his lips. @@ -1303,7 +1303,7 @@ Audry's hair, very black, always wet, --- his mother and sister enjoy doing it s \bigbreak -The Iguider farm's sentries bring coffee to the soldiers. The police chief crunches cherries ; Iguider's children, wearing pyjamas, the chairs' caning pricking their buttocks, go through the fruit dish with their fingers ; one of the little girls has forgotten her comb in her tousled hair ; a boy squatting down at the feet of the police chief, holds out his hand and the police officer spits his stones inside it. The natural father takes Audry aside, walk down the front steps : the children hang cherries to their ears, unbutton themselves and shake the cherries at the place of their sexual organs or of their breasts ; the maidservants lift them up from their high chairs and push them towards the bath ; in the backyards, shepherds strike their animals, bury their fingers splashed with milk in their gleaming hair. The police chief climbs back in his jeep, he throws a handful of cherries to the driver~: +The Iguider farm's sentries bring coffee to the soldiers. The police chief crunches cherries ; Iguider's children, wearing pyjamas, the chairs' caning pricking their buttocks, go through the fruit dish with their fingers ; one of the little girls has forgotten her comb in her tousled hair ; a boy squatting down at the feet of the police chief, holds out his hand and the police officer spits his stones inside it. The natural father takes Audry aside, walk down the front steps~: the children hang cherries to their ears, unbutton themselves and shake the cherries at the place of their sexual organs or of their breasts ; the maidservants lift them up from their high chairs and push them towards the bath ; in the backyards, shepherds strike their animals, bury their fingers splashed with milk in their gleaming hair. The police chief climbs back in his jeep, he throws a handful of cherries to the driver~: --- Hurry up, Bosphore. We must be in Thilissi before noon. The rebs are marching across the mountains. I want all of you to arm your guns. @@ -1315,11 +1315,11 @@ The soldiers sprawl on the seats, they make their arms and knees crack, the seam But the soldier, his heart is throbbing, he puts his hand on his chest, over the medal. -The rebels surround them, they disarm them : the police chief is gripped round the waist, then slaughtered at the feet of the disarmed soldiers : the bones, the muscles of the throat, make a rasping sound under the blade. The slaughterer gets up again covered with blood, he runs towards the torrent, he plunges in it all dressed, swills his head and his hands ; around the body, ants, insects, worms are caught in the blood ; flies vibrate on the dead man's tight lips and on those of the soldiers ; who, flattened against the oozing walls, trembling, feet in the mud, are searched by the rebels. A rebel holds out his fist towards a soldier~: +The rebels surround them, they disarm them~: the police chief is gripped round the waist, then slaughtered at the feet of the disarmed soldiers~: the bones, the muscles of the throat, make a rasping sound under the blade. The slaughterer gets up again covered with blood, he runs towards the torrent, he plunges in it all dressed, swills his head and his hands ; around the body, ants, insects, worms are caught in the blood ; flies vibrate on the dead man's tight lips and on those of the soldiers ; who, flattened against the oozing walls, trembling, feet in the mud, are searched by the rebels. A rebel holds out his fist towards a soldier~: --- You killed my brother, this winter, in Yakouren. Since then, every night, I dream I'm turning over my dagger between the bones of your throat. You all think that we cannot live because of the way you despise us. You, slaves, sons of slaves. He was playing at knucklebones next to our house. You, leaning out of the command-car, with a blow of your stick you smashed his back and your convey plunges, vibrating, inside the storm. And, that evening, in camp, in the refectory where the quartermaster-sergeant is preparing to show a film, you show the stick to your comrades and with it you strike the neck and the loins of the youngest and the cowardliest among them ; and he, my brother, the child, later killer of your own, dies in the arms of our natural mother ; and you, standing against the watchtower's sheet steel, pricking up your ears to the cinema kisses and gunfire bursts, you wank and, in the intoxication of wine, you call your god, the dumb god, whose absence and silence earn the wrath of men. -The rebel steps towards the soldier, pushes his chin up with his weapon's barrel. He hits his cheeks, he smashes his jaw, the soldier is crying, he clings to his comrades, he holds his jaw ; kneeling in the mud, he presses the rebel's knees, he holds out his hands ; the rebel moves back, he walks away and, quick, turns round, fires at the soldier who collapses over his comrades' feet, belly split in two, blood spurting at the corner of his lips, his hands twisted and kneading the belt. The wireless peeps : the radio operator, disemboweled on the torn cushion, grabs the sender, types a short signal for help and collapses, head in the tufts of horsehair caught in the seat's springs. The rebels run away, except the one who, his ears deafened by the muddy water, washes in the river and is swimming breast-stroke over the water. Iguider's commandos appear on each side of the torrent, the rebel sees them, his head spins round, his hands beat the water~: +The rebel steps towards the soldier, pushes his chin up with his weapon's barrel. He hits his cheeks, he smashes his jaw, the soldier is crying, he clings to his comrades, he holds his jaw ; kneeling in the mud, he presses the rebel's knees, he holds out his hands ; the rebel moves back, he walks away and, quick, turns round, fires at the soldier who collapses over his comrades' feet, belly split in two, blood spurting at the corner of his lips, his hands twisted and kneading the belt. The wireless peeps~: the radio operator, disemboweled on the torn cushion, grabs the sender, types a short signal for help and collapses, head in the tufts of horsehair caught in the seat's springs. The rebels run away, except the one who, his ears deafened by the muddy water, washes in the river and is swimming breast-stroke over the water. Iguider's commandos appear on each side of the torrent, the rebel sees them, his head spins round, his hands beat the water~: --- Come out, you're caught, you're alone. @@ -1372,7 +1372,7 @@ Two soldiers pick up the rebel by the feet and by the shoulders, they throw him --- Lock him up in Questioning Centre, from tonight. Absolutely forbidden to show him to the cadet officer doctor. -The convoy starts off : Gay Zodiac is sleeping, his soaked head leaning on his neighbour's knee. Barclay wipes his fist on a tarpaulin flap. Iguider's commandos invade the countryside, choppers, pipers wheel over the villages, nosedive, skim the roofs, the groups of panic-stricken women dropping washing, brushes, among the sand raised by the wash of the propellers, the children flattened against the walls of schools burned down, roughcast again, burned down again ; the Sikorskis, at a distance, raise the dust and the sand of the banks, the light pebbles, break the branches in the bush, push in front of them the swarms and the sparkling flights of wasps and birds, which explode on the windscreen and on the vibrating metal of the fuselage, the green-blue-black blood splashing the khaki ; drag their frightful shadow over the waters, over the swamps, over the forests, blowing the ash of the glades, the sand near the holes and lairs of the beasts, the lightened carcasses and the heaps of detritus. +The convoy starts off~: Gay Zodiac is sleeping, his soaked head leaning on his neighbour's knee. Barclay wipes his fist on a tarpaulin flap. Iguider's commandos invade the countryside, choppers, pipers wheel over the villages, nosedive, skim the roofs, the groups of panic-stricken women dropping washing, brushes, among the sand raised by the wash of the propellers, the children flattened against the walls of schools burned down, roughcast again, burned down again ; the Sikorskis, at a distance, raise the dust and the sand of the banks, the light pebbles, break the branches in the bush, push in front of them the swarms and the sparkling flights of wasps and birds, which explode on the windscreen and on the vibrating metal of the fuselage, the green-blue-black blood splashing the khaki ; drag their frightful shadow over the waters, over the swamps, over the forests, blowing the ash of the glades, the sand near the holes and lairs of the beasts, the lightened carcasses and the heaps of detritus. \bigbreak @@ -1386,19 +1386,19 @@ The soldier pushes back the floorcloth with his shoe, he drags the slave in the Gay Zodiac soaks the pillow, the soldiers are sitting on the bed, they look at the walls, the trinkets, the portraits in the room. On the working surface, against a pile of books, a photo of Serge and Audry, tense and huddled together in a speedboat crossing the bay of Inamenas. Gay Zodiac, night darkening the room and the soldiers' cocks hardening under the battledress by the contact of the bedspread's warmed up fabric and by the sound of women's voices and sobs inside the palace, calms down, his shoulders become lighter and weigh upon the pillow, he falls asleep. The soldiers pierce the darkness with their weary eyes ; the distant sound of footsteps, of linen, of scent bottles fills them with sadness, a lump comes into their throat, they lay their hand on their guns. -Audry, kneeling in the death chamber, his chin in the shroud, looks up towards his father's pierced throat. The servant girls, his mother and Bi\'etrix his sister, sponge up with military cloth the pink and fresh blood still springing from the wound. A little slave, picked up by Audry in the brothel garden, and whom the police chief enjoyed bathing himself and tickling in the evenings, after the games and the petty services --- and long after the bath, in the night, the little slave still laughed, head under the pillow, at the bottom of a cubicle in the linen room --- tightens his small fists around the bedstead, tears run on the collar of his half-opened blouse : an officer grabs him by the shoulders, then by the neck, and pulls him out of the room ; Audry rises, he rushes to the officer, releases the little slave, takes his hand, and makes him kneel against him and their heads are touching, on the crumpled shroud ; outside, the crowd has gathered at the Palace gates ; Audry hears the stamping, the women's you-yous, the cracking of snot in the children's nostrils, the rustling of tatters. He gets up, he moves his hand towards the wound, stops the women's hands covering it to sponge it up, strokes the scabs of hardened blood, dips his finger in the fresh blood ; then, rushes out of the chamber : on the landing, Serge appears, a rose at his ear --- a whore whose child he saved a short time ago from Bandello's hands, stuck it between his ear and his temple while he was sleeping this late afternoon, head leaning against the closed down latrines ; Audry catches him by the shoulders and kisses his armpit through the light shirt ; then he goes down, swiftly, he crosses the hall, pulls a rifle from the rack, loads it, jostles the sentries dozing in front of the palace gate, fires into the crowd until he has no bullets left ; the barrel burns his hands, he presses it against his bare belly, he keeps it ; sentries overpower him, the crowd shouts, scatters : two children, a woman lie quivering on the tepid asphalt. The sentries disarm Audry~: +Audry, kneeling in the death chamber, his chin in the shroud, looks up towards his father's pierced throat. The servant girls, his mother and Bi\'etrix his sister, sponge up with military cloth the pink and fresh blood still springing from the wound. A little slave, picked up by Audry in the brothel garden, and whom the police chief enjoyed bathing himself and tickling in the evenings, after the games and the petty services --- and long after the bath, in the night, the little slave still laughed, head under the pillow, at the bottom of a cubicle in the linen room --- tightens his small fists around the bedstead, tears run on the collar of his half-opened blouse~: an officer grabs him by the shoulders, then by the neck, and pulls him out of the room ; Audry rises, he rushes to the officer, releases the little slave, takes his hand, and makes him kneel against him and their heads are touching, on the crumpled shroud ; outside, the crowd has gathered at the Palace gates ; Audry hears the stamping, the women's you-yous, the cracking of snot in the children's nostrils, the rustling of tatters. He gets up, he moves his hand towards the wound, stops the women's hands covering it to sponge it up, strokes the scabs of hardened blood, dips his finger in the fresh blood ; then, rushes out of the chamber~: on the landing, Serge appears, a rose at his ear --- a whore whose child he saved a short time ago from Bandello's hands, stuck it between his ear and his temple while he was sleeping this late afternoon, head leaning against the closed down latrines ; Audry catches him by the shoulders and kisses his armpit through the light shirt ; then he goes down, swiftly, he crosses the hall, pulls a rifle from the rack, loads it, jostles the sentries dozing in front of the palace gate, fires into the crowd until he has no bullets left ; the barrel burns his hands, he presses it against his bare belly, he keeps it ; sentries overpower him, the crowd shouts, scatters~: two children, a woman lie quivering on the tepid asphalt. The sentries disarm Audry~: --- You did well. We're on your side. -Audry is trembling, an officer takes him by the hand ; the women, on the top of the stairs, embrace the boy ; Audry is lying in his room, on the bed from which Gay Zodiac rises, leaving the hole of his heavy and warm and wet body ; by his bedside, Bi\'etrix, his mother, and Serge, standing against the dressing cupboard ; Audry whines : since he is in bed, he hasn't once turned over, his shirt is wet at the armpits, sweat makes a long scintillating trail along his back, from the nape down to the waist. +Audry is trembling, an officer takes him by the hand ; the women, on the top of the stairs, embrace the boy ; Audry is lying in his room, on the bed from which Gay Zodiac rises, leaving the hole of his heavy and warm and wet body ; by his bedside, Bi\'etrix, his mother, and Serge, standing against the dressing cupboard ; Audry whines~: since he is in bed, he hasn't once turned over, his shirt is wet at the armpits, sweat makes a long scintillating trail along his back, from the nape down to the waist. Soldiers, officers, reporters go out into the night, the softened asphalt sinks under their feet ; dead bodies have been picked up, streets are deserted, the sand brought by the crowd, stirs on the dark asphalt. Jeeps drive slowly by the footpaths, crammed with helmeted soldiers, their weapons raised. -Gay Zodiac, just recovered from a fever, weapon across his shoulder, pours water on the bloodstains, and picks up the cartridge cases, he empties the water from his helmet on the sand, the stream shines under the moon, he puts his helmet back on his head, he spits, pushes back a lock from the forehead under the helmet and enters the hall : two sentries are guarding the door : their navel appears above the belt's buckle. +Gay Zodiac, just recovered from a fever, weapon across his shoulder, pours water on the bloodstains, and picks up the cartridge cases, he empties the water from his helmet on the sand, the stream shines under the moon, he puts his helmet back on his head, he spits, pushes back a lock from the forehead under the helmet and enters the hall~: two sentries are guarding the door~: their navel appears above the belt's buckle. In the poor districts, miserable groups assemble, stirred by a young rebel come down from the mountains at the noise of the rifle fire. The two dead children are lying in their shacks, drunken men and whores escaped for a moment from the brothel keep vigil, the bullets have torn forehead and belly. Headquarters orders to leave all doors open until dawn. Platoons invade the poor districts, throw stones against the open doors. Women have closed the shack's doors on the dead children. The soldiers shake the old wood, break off the locks with their daggers, shout, fire in the air ; the doors give way, they rush inside, weapon in hand, ready to strike, to rape, but they see the little bodies lying in the darkness on straw and rags, they stop, lower their weapons, some of them kneel down, cross themselves on forehead and chest, step back towards the door, rejoin the bawling reinforcements. -The night is warm ; in the upper city, headlights, searchlights and lamps become covered by slashed insects ; the birds, heavy, fly from tree to tree ; the river banks resound with shouts and love calls. Kment is sitting on a water gate of the orphanage canal, outside the city ; he dips his bare and bruised feet inside the pungent and tepid moss of the water gushing out of the illuminated tanneries, the moss moves up to his knees, to his thighs ; he pulls a piece of bread from his shirt, bites into it, stands up, keeps his balance on the thin end of the gate, jumps in the meadow, enters the tall grass, mud stains his cheeks, he slips under the walls of the slum, steps over the fences of iron and wood, the abandoned chevaux de frise; he walks in the middle of a deserted street, along half-opened doors and fetid gutters where he tries to catch in the black stream a scrap of meat or fish, a rotten fruit, a softened bread ; he listens to the tears, the groaning of women, the little warm cries of pleasure, the muffled laughter, the blows, the sighs, the gasping, the calls, the orders, the whistles, the orders shouted to whores by drunken clients : he smiles and he shivers. Moss runs down like water along his legs. +The night is warm ; in the upper city, headlights, searchlights and lamps become covered by slashed insects ; the birds, heavy, fly from tree to tree ; the river banks resound with shouts and love calls. Kment is sitting on a water gate of the orphanage canal, outside the city ; he dips his bare and bruised feet inside the pungent and tepid moss of the water gushing out of the illuminated tanneries, the moss moves up to his knees, to his thighs ; he pulls a piece of bread from his shirt, bites into it, stands up, keeps his balance on the thin end of the gate, jumps in the meadow, enters the tall grass, mud stains his cheeks, he slips under the walls of the slum, steps over the fences of iron and wood, the abandoned chevaux de frise; he walks in the middle of a deserted street, along half-opened doors and fetid gutters where he tries to catch in the black stream a scrap of meat or fish, a rotten fruit, a softened bread ; he listens to the tears, the groaning of women, the little warm cries of pleasure, the muffled laughter, the blows, the sighs, the gasping, the calls, the orders, the whistles, the orders shouted to whores by drunken clients~: he smiles and he shivers. Moss runs down like water along his legs. Towards the top of the hill, behind the camp's barbed wire, commandos hunt cats among the scrap heaps~: @@ -1410,11 +1410,11 @@ Towards the top of the hill, behind the camp's barbed wire, commandos hunt cats They burst out laughing, they strike the cats with their rifle butts, they nail them to the tyres with their daggers, they bleed them, they cut them up, they cook them on their gas rings in the barrackrooms, under the tents, after the roll call. Then, they go to bed, belly bloated, lips smeared with fat. Flies sweep down on the leftovers, vibrate above the dusty blankets and the faces shining with fat and sweat. -Barclay gets out, moves his hand on the blanket, the hand is stained with blood : he's eaten a half-raw piece ; the flies sting his tattooed arm. Outside, sentries walk on the deep sand ; breeches slap, ladders creak along the watchtowers, night trembles. Sleepy soldiers come out of the guardroom, blanket under the arm, pockets packed with comics, sugar, transistors ; chilliness cuts the belly, freezes the heavy eyelids, the sweat of armpits and thighs. At the foot of Alleghanys watchtower, Jimmy Borghese, feeling sick, staggers, stoops, vomits in the scrap heap~: +Barclay gets out, moves his hand on the blanket, the hand is stained with blood~: he's eaten a half-raw piece ; the flies sting his tattooed arm. Outside, sentries walk on the deep sand ; breeches slap, ladders creak along the watchtowers, night trembles. Sleepy soldiers come out of the guardroom, blanket under the arm, pockets packed with comics, sugar, transistors ; chilliness cuts the belly, freezes the heavy eyelids, the sweat of armpits and thighs. At the foot of Alleghanys watchtower, Jimmy Borghese, feeling sick, staggers, stoops, vomits in the scrap heap~: --- You all right, Jimmy~? -The other soldier comes down, blanket and rifle mixed on the shoulder, he jumps on the sand : Jimmy Borghese, chin and throat soiled with vomit glowing in the moonlight, grips in his fist, the ladder's rung and he turns on his foot : \speech{O fucking army. Fucking army}, spits, sniffs up his vomit, whimpers~: +The other soldier comes down, blanket and rifle mixed on the shoulder, he jumps on the sand~: Jimmy Borghese, chin and throat soiled with vomit glowing in the moonlight, grips in his fist, the ladder's rung and he turns on his foot~: \speech{O fucking army. Fucking army}, spits, sniffs up his vomit, whimpers~: --- O mummy. It's those fucking Americans' fault. In the commandos they eat cats. They've hanged the paws and the claws on the tent stakes, they spit the pieces in the beers\ldots\ haven't seen anything~? @@ -1424,17 +1424,17 @@ The other soldier comes down, blanket and rifle mixed on the shoulder, he jumps --- O Jimmy, I saw the Caravelle fly carrying the atom bomb to the desert. -Jimmy Borghese climbs up the watchtower, rifle beating his chest, battledress buttons getting caught to the rungs of the ladder. He lays the blanket on the edge of the tower and the rifle against the protective sheet metal, he moves the searchlight : the beam scours the barbed wires, the trenches, the swamps, the shacks in the slums, the shelter of the trees, the heaps of debris, the sewers at ground level, the droppings and the turds on the wet sand, the broods of jackals asleep or hypnotized. The soldier is alone, drowned in the haze of heat, where the crowings, at the first of dawn, of cocks, burst, muffled ; crushed by the damp shadow ; he raises the searchlight towards the mountains : far away, immaterial, frozen, ice packs of rock and shadow : Jimmy Borghese drowns his gaze in them, breathes their altitude and their darkness, but his eyes close : mosquitoes strike his brow and roll down his cheeks ; the petrol running from the tanks under the trucks, croaks, solitary and stubborn tree frog and Jimmy strokes it by the water, but Jacky, the brother, paints his eyes and his lips and prostitutes himself inside the sports cars of Ecbatane, but back in the village, the farmhands throw him bound hand and foot in the clay, they slaughter him with pruning knifes and hoes, Jacky's head rolls in the pond's swillings where his blood and his makeup blend~: +Jimmy Borghese climbs up the watchtower, rifle beating his chest, battledress buttons getting caught to the rungs of the ladder. He lays the blanket on the edge of the tower and the rifle against the protective sheet metal, he moves the searchlight~: the beam scours the barbed wires, the trenches, the swamps, the shacks in the slums, the shelter of the trees, the heaps of debris, the sewers at ground level, the droppings and the turds on the wet sand, the broods of jackals asleep or hypnotized. The soldier is alone, drowned in the haze of heat, where the crowings, at the first of dawn, of cocks, burst, muffled ; crushed by the damp shadow ; he raises the searchlight towards the mountains~: far away, immaterial, frozen, ice packs of rock and shadow~: Jimmy Borghese drowns his gaze in them, breathes their altitude and their darkness, but his eyes close~: mosquitoes strike his brow and roll down his cheeks ; the petrol running from the tanks under the trucks, croaks, solitary and stubborn tree frog and Jimmy strokes it by the water, but Jacky, the brother, paints his eyes and his lips and prostitutes himself inside the sports cars of Ecbatane, but back in the village, the farmhands throw him bound hand and foot in the clay, they slaughter him with pruning knifes and hoes, Jacky's head rolls in the pond's swillings where his blood and his makeup blend~: --- O~! Jimmy~! Nothing to report~? You're asleep, my fat one~? -The sergeant aims his torch at the watchtower ; Jimmy Borghese, dazzled, protects his eyes with his arm : he's on the seat and Eber Lobato's sperm wets the bottom of his thighs ; he rises, he leans out, he shivers, the sergeant sweeps the sand with his rubber-soled canvas shoes~: +The sergeant aims his torch at the watchtower ; Jimmy Borghese, dazzled, protects his eyes with his arm~: he's on the seat and Eber Lobato's sperm wets the bottom of his thighs ; he rises, he leans out, he shivers, the sergeant sweeps the sand with his rubber-soled canvas shoes~: ---- There's been trouble, at the commandos, they bled Hecate, the captain's bitch, to eat it. The captain, he's been whipping them for two hours on their beds with his belt. The bitch they ate half of it : the bowels and the legs. Barclay, 'e was dancing all naked with the ears of the bitch, bloody, fastened to the temples with a shoelace, the captain, he came in, he lashed him with the belt, Barclay's head was ringing against the stove. The captain, he's in a sweat, he hits, he whips ; the naked commandos hide under the camp beds, protect themselves with the knapsacks. Gay Zodiac, entangled in his sleeping bag, he holds out his arm, the belt's buckle pierces his hand, and the captain, he hurls himself at Gay Zodiac, he tears the wound, he widens it. +--- There's been trouble, at the commandos, they bled Hecate, the captain's bitch, to eat it. The captain, he's been whipping them for two hours on their beds with his belt. The bitch they ate half of it~: the bowels and the legs. Barclay, 'e was dancing all naked with the ears of the bitch, bloody, fastened to the temples with a shoelace, the captain, he came in, he lashed him with the belt, Barclay's head was ringing against the stove. The captain, he's in a sweat, he hits, he whips ; the naked commandos hide under the camp beds, protect themselves with the knapsacks. Gay Zodiac, entangled in his sleeping bag, he holds out his arm, the belt's buckle pierces his hand, and the captain, he hurls himself at Gay Zodiac, he tears the wound, he widens it. The tent is all spattered. The burning candles fall on the blankets. The captain, in the smoke and dust, he whips the white bodies passing and leaping on the blazing beds. The prisoners, set free by me, pour pails of water, the tent collapses. Fuck, all of them, except Gay Zodiac, they got out in time, they hide in the trucks, the captain, he strikes the flames, the dust, he strikes himself, he whips the prisoners and their hands gripping the pails' handle, he tramples the flames, he pulls out the charred limbs of Hecate, he presses them on his chest, he bites them, he burns his lips on them, the prisoners extract from under his blazing camp bed Gay Zodiac unconscious, burnt, blood is grilling on the wound of his hand. I take him in my arms, I carry him to the infirmary. The captain, he climbs the GMC truck's running board, he whips the commandos huddled inside the cab and shivering in the rising wind ; the probationary medical officer overpowers the captain ; with the tears, water rises in the captain's burnt eyes. The guys from the garage and engines, have sheltered under their tents the naked commandos and the grilled hair. They smear their hands, their thighs, their lips, with ointment and margarine, they bandage their burns, the guys from the garage and engines make coffee on the charcoal pans ; Barclay unties the shoelace holding Hecate's cut ears on his temples, he drinks three mugs of coffee, he opens with his teeth a big bottle of beer, he dips his pink-lipped cock in the head and rising over the neck and in one gulp, he swallows the beer and his feet strike the pebbles ; the commandos fling themselves on the empty camp beds --- those of the boys carrying out a mission --- and fall asleep, lying on their side, knees against the chin, buttocks parted and dawn's sharp wind freezes their asshole. -In the morning, and during the whole of morning, platoons are on patrol in the streets of the lower city : soldiers sing, their arms are red, their eyes search the facades of cob and sheet metal and the half-opened doors, try to catch sight of a bare arm, shoulder, breast through the panes : a naked child, squatting in the ravaged garden, drinks water caught in a battered cardboard box : dust runs in the folds of the battledress ; the weapon, barrel pointed downwards, bruises the hip, the soldier carries with him the smell of dust and sweat and beer mixed together, his speech hoarse and suddenly clear during slaughter : peasants, craftsmen, merchants of the poor district, fight, slaughter the soldiers, whores betray them but all pity them. One never kills one's foe, only his slaves. +In the morning, and during the whole of morning, platoons are on patrol in the streets of the lower city~: soldiers sing, their arms are red, their eyes search the facades of cob and sheet metal and the half-opened doors, try to catch sight of a bare arm, shoulder, breast through the panes~: a naked child, squatting in the ravaged garden, drinks water caught in a battered cardboard box~: dust runs in the folds of the battledress ; the weapon, barrel pointed downwards, bruises the hip, the soldier carries with him the smell of dust and sweat and beer mixed together, his speech hoarse and suddenly clear during slaughter~: peasants, craftsmen, merchants of the poor district, fight, slaughter the soldiers, whores betray them but all pity them. One never kills one's foe, only his slaves. \bigbreak @@ -1444,7 +1444,7 @@ In the morning, and during the whole of morning, platoons are on patrol in the s --- Your hands are sticky. -Giauhare pushes him back, gentle, rests the basket's edge on the boy's uncovered belly. Kment makes his hand slide on the young girl's fingers, the fingers part, move back, clutch at the wicker handles ; Kment smiles, sees the veins tremble in the hollow of Giauhare's forearm, his lips move forward, Giauhare steps back towards the semi-darkness ; the tip of her fingers, the line of her lips, her eyes, shine with a wet sparkle : already the folds of her blouse, over the hip, scintillate like under a caress or a slightly violent embrace ; the boy's face, quick, has softened, the skin flutters and the shadow of the eyelids veils the cheeks, the blinking of lashes puts a black motion in his face as though covered by a close-meshed net ; the boy's hand settles on Giauhare's hip, moves up towards the breasts ; then, Kment takes away, gentle, the basket from Giauhare's hands, he pushes the basket on the ironing board ; Giauhare flattens herself against the wall, breathes, holds up her head a bit, her hands hang a moment along her hips, opened, inflamed ; again Kment's stormy hands glide on her blouse ; the boy's face comes up to Giauhare's, the boy's warm breath closes in on the cheeks, the forehead of Giauhare, burns her eyes and her lips ; Kment pushes Giauhare towards a corner of the shop where two hammocks are slung to the walls, intermingled by the excitement of the day, the brusque motions of the washerwomen ; the boy pushes Giauhare against the hammocks, the meshes open, close, slide over Giauhare's blouse, the net shrouds her hips ; both young people are face to face : she, cannot look down any more, their chests are touching, the cloth burns, the boy's sleeve burns Giauhare's shoulder ; around them, within them, against them, everything is trembling, everything is scintillating ; the whole skin, is throbbing ; Giauhare fears and desires this chest, this belly, these lips that are tearing her, this gaze that erases memory, this hand that destroys order, this knee that stops time, she is going to die, but she smiles, her teeth, one moment uncovered, shine and the boy's lips settle swift and fresh, upon them ; Giauhare seizes the boy's hips, saliva runs between their lips like the milk from the stems. +Giauhare pushes him back, gentle, rests the basket's edge on the boy's uncovered belly. Kment makes his hand slide on the young girl's fingers, the fingers part, move back, clutch at the wicker handles ; Kment smiles, sees the veins tremble in the hollow of Giauhare's forearm, his lips move forward, Giauhare steps back towards the semi-darkness ; the tip of her fingers, the line of her lips, her eyes, shine with a wet sparkle~: already the folds of her blouse, over the hip, scintillate like under a caress or a slightly violent embrace ; the boy's face, quick, has softened, the skin flutters and the shadow of the eyelids veils the cheeks, the blinking of lashes puts a black motion in his face as though covered by a close-meshed net ; the boy's hand settles on Giauhare's hip, moves up towards the breasts ; then, Kment takes away, gentle, the basket from Giauhare's hands, he pushes the basket on the ironing board ; Giauhare flattens herself against the wall, breathes, holds up her head a bit, her hands hang a moment along her hips, opened, inflamed ; again Kment's stormy hands glide on her blouse ; the boy's face comes up to Giauhare's, the boy's warm breath closes in on the cheeks, the forehead of Giauhare, burns her eyes and her lips ; Kment pushes Giauhare towards a corner of the shop where two hammocks are slung to the walls, intermingled by the excitement of the day, the brusque motions of the washerwomen ; the boy pushes Giauhare against the hammocks, the meshes open, close, slide over Giauhare's blouse, the net shrouds her hips ; both young people are face to face~: she, cannot look down any more, their chests are touching, the cloth burns, the boy's sleeve burns Giauhare's shoulder ; around them, within them, against them, everything is trembling, everything is scintillating ; the whole skin, is throbbing ; Giauhare fears and desires this chest, this belly, these lips that are tearing her, this gaze that erases memory, this hand that destroys order, this knee that stops time, she is going to die, but she smiles, her teeth, one moment uncovered, shine and the boy's lips settle swift and fresh, upon them ; Giauhare seizes the boy's hips, saliva runs between their lips like the milk from the stems. Kment draws Giauhare against him ; the hammocks, free, become disentangled. A look from the boy and Giauhare breaks loose and lies down in the first hammock ; the boy lies down in the one which is in semi-darkness and near the wall ; opposite, the rays of light and the silent walk of the washerwomen give life to the bamboo partition ; the boy rolls his head on Giauhare's side and in one movement, swift but gentle, of the loins, throws his hammock towards Giauhare's ; the young girl does not move ; the boy's hip, several times, brushes her hip, at greater length every time ; after, it is the shoulder, and the boy is still swinging, a sleepy smile on his lips, in the darkness mixed with steam and sun. Then, she turns her head, sees the boy's uncovered torso through the mesh, the sweat running in the hollow of the throat, on the chest, between the folds of the belly where live the stains of darkness, the unfastened buckle of the belt --- stolen from an artillery captain, after love --- shines over the hip, the steel point aimed at Giauhare. She, almost asleep, gives herself up to this rocking, grows accustomed to the contact of the hip. She suffocates, lets herself get covered with sweat, her swollen breasts gradually come out of the blouse, her hair, blackened by sweat, run between the mesh of the net ; she does not move, for fear that sweat stream over the skin, she half shuts her eyes under the waxen eyelids, she presses her parted fingers on the net ; through the lashes, she sees shining over there, on the board, the iron under the whitewashed wall and the water inside the bowl where the red dust of the sandstorm settles ; the regular contact of the boy's hip makes a wound on her side ; then, Kment's hand brushes her half-bare breast, slides over the blouse's first button ; Giauhare sighs and the breath of the sigh cools the sweat gathered over his upper lip ; Giauhare's hand settles on Kment's hand, strokes its palm, hard under the sweat, enters the hollow of the phalanges, parts the fingers lifting the button ; a smile appears on the lips of the youths, the smile of water, of stone, contemplation and action harmonize, and the smile is born from this perfection. Their faces join, the boy holds back Giauhare's hammock, passes his arm underneath the stretched mesh, clutches Giauhare's shoulders through the net, then, swift, rolls inside the young girl's hammock ; he covers her ; the 'hammock, under the weight, closes up on the body ; semen glitters, scintillates on the shaken hammock's mesh, spurts out intermittently between the bones of their hips joined and bruised by the rubbing. @@ -1458,11 +1458,11 @@ Eber Lobato enters the shower, he pulls off his underpants, he hangs them on to Lying under the tent, his loins held tight in the wet underpants with folds stained by rust, arms folded under his neck, Eber Lobato licks the foam on his lips ; his jay-blue lacquered hair, shines on the sheepskin unfolded as a pillow under the head, Eber Lobato rolls his head a bit, he nibbles the sheep's hair, he spits in it, he buries and stirs his mouth inside the spittle, his hips --- the skin over the bone is worn out --- crack, the cock, warm, rises and rolls over the thigh, swells the light and humid cloth, Eber Lobato turns round on his belly, he rubs his cock against the dusty blanket, the tufts of hair get tangled with his eyebrows, he opens his nostrils to the scent of grease. -\ldots\ In the harbour, a child was passing, arms filled with icy bottles from the fountain : they grab him by the shoulders, they snatch the bottles away from him ; the kneeling child kisses their shoes powdered with rust. Eber Lobato throws his shoe at the chest of the child who falls on the heap of scrap iron and bricks ; the soldiers empty the icy soda water, throw the bottles against the walls ; the child, getting up, buttock pierced by the barbed wire, throws himself on the soldiers, but they press him, they apply their hands rubbed with rust and grease on his cheeks, on his shoulders, on the tatters beating against his chest and his belly, tied over the thighs ; they cram Eber Lobato's heavy helmet on his head, down to the eyes, they bang on the helmet with their pincers for barbed wire. The child screams, cries under the white sun. The jeeps, at top speed, creak, vibrate along the seaside, they striate the sun, shatter the plasterwork, pierce the amber of the air, tear the cacti, metal burning under the buttocks of the soldiers splashed by the plants' milk. The white marks of the blows on the child's flesh, turn crimson, he pulls off the helmet, he throws it on Eber Lobato's feet, he spits, he runs away, body shaken by sobs. +\ldots\ In the harbour, a child was passing, arms filled with icy bottles from the fountain~: they grab him by the shoulders, they snatch the bottles away from him ; the kneeling child kisses their shoes powdered with rust. Eber Lobato throws his shoe at the chest of the child who falls on the heap of scrap iron and bricks ; the soldiers empty the icy soda water, throw the bottles against the walls ; the child, getting up, buttock pierced by the barbed wire, throws himself on the soldiers, but they press him, they apply their hands rubbed with rust and grease on his cheeks, on his shoulders, on the tatters beating against his chest and his belly, tied over the thighs ; they cram Eber Lobato's heavy helmet on his head, down to the eyes, they bang on the helmet with their pincers for barbed wire. The child screams, cries under the white sun. The jeeps, at top speed, creak, vibrate along the seaside, they striate the sun, shatter the plasterwork, pierce the amber of the air, tear the cacti, metal burning under the buttocks of the soldiers splashed by the plants' milk. The white marks of the blows on the child's flesh, turn crimson, he pulls off the helmet, he throws it on Eber Lobato's feet, he spits, he runs away, body shaken by sobs. The soldiers having left the deserted harbour where rails glitter under the rays of the dying sun, dogs appear, they fight over a piece of rotten meat that the soldiers pulled from under the scrap and dragged in the dust. Meat strikes the asphalt, dogs' fangs clatter in the blue silence, flies swarm over the dogs that bite them and spit them out again, on the shaken meat which squashes them. The child, his temples torn by the helmet's buckles, runs under the trees, in the fresh and green shade of ancient fountains. In the dust, broken glass, sharp bottlenecks cut the gums of the raging dogs\ldots -The soldiers, sprawling on the straw mattresses, grab the film magazines : ink stains the fingers wet from the shower. The blue sun pierces the tent canvas, flies vibrate on the hem of Eber Lobato's underpants while he's lying on his back, they penetrate the seminal shadow, climb the locks of pubic hair ; Eber Lobato, his cock growing hard, rings taking shape and tinkling under the membranous skin, tightens his thighs violently, the captured flies vibrate, sting the cock. In front of the tent, the tired soldiers, heavy of flesh, light of mind, leaning against the stakes, sitting, back against the canvas stretched under their buttocks, breathe the dimmed day ; noises from the plain withdraw towards the sea : engines, machines, forges, saws, sickles, slaves, children ; red sand slides down cliff and quarry slopes, on the green palms, covers the floodgates' burning metal, in the still sunny penumbra, it falls from the hammocks and from the soldiers' hair. +The soldiers, sprawling on the straw mattresses, grab the film magazines~: ink stains the fingers wet from the shower. The blue sun pierces the tent canvas, flies vibrate on the hem of Eber Lobato's underpants while he's lying on his back, they penetrate the seminal shadow, climb the locks of pubic hair ; Eber Lobato, his cock growing hard, rings taking shape and tinkling under the membranous skin, tightens his thighs violently, the captured flies vibrate, sting the cock. In front of the tent, the tired soldiers, heavy of flesh, light of mind, leaning against the stakes, sitting, back against the canvas stretched under their buttocks, breathe the dimmed day ; noises from the plain withdraw towards the sea~: engines, machines, forges, saws, sickles, slaves, children ; red sand slides down cliff and quarry slopes, on the green palms, covers the floodgates' burning metal, in the still sunny penumbra, it falls from the hammocks and from the soldiers' hair. \bigbreak @@ -1522,7 +1522,7 @@ The boy holds out his arm, his hand drags on the tennis court's wire netting, pu --- Bathe naked ; we're among men. Go. -The boy runs on the cement, he hides behind one of the diving board's pillars, takes off his shirt ; his hands, his knees are shivering, the green breeze flattens the down under the belly ; the boy unlaces his pyjamas, he makes them slide on his hips down to the toes, then tramples them ; swift, he runs towards the water, he dives : the priest, one instant, has seen the little white body, fed with millet, spinach and prunes, where the taut muscles make no shadow yet, the short penis shaken on the thighs, he has seen the brief and sharp glance the child cast at him before diving ; he buries his head in his hands and shakes it, the child surfaces, shakes his head above the foam, draws a long breath, springs and dives again ; here he is clinging to the border wall, belly cut by the dark water, attentive to the rustling of leaves interlaced to the shady pillars, to the lonely calls of whores in the illuminated street below the curtain of shivering trees ; the priest, leaning on the steel handrail, smiles to the gasping boy, little doleful animal that the gaoler frees so as to love it, dazzled ; the boy's pauses are brief, his pleasure, feverish, secret, his throat beats against the cement. Around the pool, the earth is cold and black, the grass flattened, littered with silver paper and espadrilles' shoelaces. +The boy runs on the cement, he hides behind one of the diving board's pillars, takes off his shirt ; his hands, his knees are shivering, the green breeze flattens the down under the belly ; the boy unlaces his pyjamas, he makes them slide on his hips down to the toes, then tramples them ; swift, he runs towards the water, he dives~: the priest, one instant, has seen the little white body, fed with millet, spinach and prunes, where the taut muscles make no shadow yet, the short penis shaken on the thighs, he has seen the brief and sharp glance the child cast at him before diving ; he buries his head in his hands and shakes it, the child surfaces, shakes his head above the foam, draws a long breath, springs and dives again ; here he is clinging to the border wall, belly cut by the dark water, attentive to the rustling of leaves interlaced to the shady pillars, to the lonely calls of whores in the illuminated street below the curtain of shivering trees ; the priest, leaning on the steel handrail, smiles to the gasping boy, little doleful animal that the gaoler frees so as to love it, dazzled ; the boy's pauses are brief, his pleasure, feverish, secret, his throat beats against the cement. Around the pool, the earth is cold and black, the grass flattened, littered with silver paper and espadrilles' shoelaces. The boy is panting under the moon, hair flattened on the forehead, chin dripping, saliva scintillating on the throat~: @@ -1544,7 +1544,7 @@ But the child out of water and standing, naked, on the wet ground, hands hiding They walk towards the cloister, silently, the priest's hand clutches the boy's humid and quivering shoulder. In front of the dormitory door he bends towards the boy, he offers his scented cheek~: ---- Kiss me : you children, all your acts are pure. +--- Kiss me~: you children, all your acts are pure. The boy, standing on his heels, brisk, kisses the priest's cheek, opens the door and runs away into the pestilential dark. @@ -1554,15 +1554,15 @@ Illiten, chief of the rebels, is in Inamenas until morning. With his own hand, h \bigbreak -Serge rolls his head and his hips on the bed : Audry, lying, quivers, desperate, on his own bed, stroked by his mother and his belly by Bi\'etrix. Audry, head and body shrouded in the net of his tears and of his trembling, whines, gradually gets his second wind, like a sprawled beast, after the hunt and capture. He is now free to steal, to kill, to make himself be loved by men. Serge, standing against the window, naked, the sheet flowing on the tiled floor, rubs his cheek to the shutter. +Serge rolls his head and his hips on the bed~: Audry, lying, quivers, desperate, on his own bed, stroked by his mother and his belly by Bi\'etrix. Audry, head and body shrouded in the net of his tears and of his trembling, whines, gradually gets his second wind, like a sprawled beast, after the hunt and capture. He is now free to steal, to kill, to make himself be loved by men. Serge, standing against the window, naked, the sheet flowing on the tiled floor, rubs his cheek to the shutter. \bigbreak -Down below, soldiers come out of the tents, for the ambush. Belts slap in the warm and rotting night. Under the tents, the blankets, the straw mattresses, the stakes are stained, smeared with rust ; a rat, rubbed with excremental mud, scampers along the infirmary, it jumps on the small cement staircase, the door is half-open : Gay Zodiac and Barclay are asleep and wheezing in the far end ; the rat runs under the camp beds, nibbles the shoelaces and the blanket flaps dragging in the dust, drinks from the puddles of coffee and blood, gobbles up the remnants of biscuit, sniffs at the bloody spittles, the flows of pus and ashes ; Gay Zodiac's arm, hand wounded, hangs out of the camp bed, the rat bites into the bandage, pulls, the bandage gets undone, Gay Zodiac, woken up with a start, vomits on the stretched canvas of the camp bed~: +Down below, soldiers come out of the tents, for the ambush. Belts slap in the warm and rotting night. Under the tents, the blankets, the straw mattresses, the stakes are stained, smeared with rust ; a rat, rubbed with excremental mud, scampers along the infirmary, it jumps on the small cement staircase, the door is half-open~: Gay Zodiac and Barclay are asleep and wheezing in the far end ; the rat runs under the camp beds, nibbles the shoelaces and the blanket flaps dragging in the dust, drinks from the puddles of coffee and blood, gobbles up the remnants of biscuit, sniffs at the bloody spittles, the flows of pus and ashes ; Gay Zodiac's arm, hand wounded, hangs out of the camp bed, the rat bites into the bandage, pulls, the bandage gets undone, Gay Zodiac, woken up with a start, vomits on the stretched canvas of the camp bed~: --- Murder. Assassin. Barclay, help~! -The rat bites into the wound, Gay Zodiac howls, shakes his hand, the rat digs in further his sharp teeth ; Gay Zodiac, with his other hand, strikes the rat, the teeth go deep, they join through the torn flesh. Barclay naked jumps from his bed, shivering, abandoned, his shit bursts out and runs down his legs, on the bone and the taut muscles ; Gay Zodiac's hand turns round and round, the rat thrown against the bamboos of the mosquito net, squeals. Barclay, silent, moves forward, his open knife throws out sparks behind the dimmed mosquito net, Barclay squats down, his feet bathe in the warm shit, he catches Gay Zodiac's hand through the net, he brings it to a standstill : the rat isn't moving, intoxicated, Barclay strikes it with his dagger under the throat, then, with his fingers, he parts the rat's jaw, the teeth withdraw from the wound, Barclay beheads the rat, Gay Zodiac rattles, sweat blackens his face and his uncovered belly, the rat falls in the torn, bloody mosquito net ; moonlight bathes the mosquito net, the hands of fresh blood on the mesh ; Barclay squashes the rat on the cement, he lifts up Gay Zodiac in his arms, goes out into the night, carries the wounded man towards the central infirmary, Gay Zodiac's hand, torn into shreds, beats on Barclay's bare hip ; Barclay kisses Gay Zodiac's burnt hair ; between his toes, the little toads jump, born three days ago, obedient, restless, ignored, slavish. +The rat bites into the wound, Gay Zodiac howls, shakes his hand, the rat digs in further his sharp teeth ; Gay Zodiac, with his other hand, strikes the rat, the teeth go deep, they join through the torn flesh. Barclay naked jumps from his bed, shivering, abandoned, his shit bursts out and runs down his legs, on the bone and the taut muscles ; Gay Zodiac's hand turns round and round, the rat thrown against the bamboos of the mosquito net, squeals. Barclay, silent, moves forward, his open knife throws out sparks behind the dimmed mosquito net, Barclay squats down, his feet bathe in the warm shit, he catches Gay Zodiac's hand through the net, he brings it to a standstill~: the rat isn't moving, intoxicated, Barclay strikes it with his dagger under the throat, then, with his fingers, he parts the rat's jaw, the teeth withdraw from the wound, Barclay beheads the rat, Gay Zodiac rattles, sweat blackens his face and his uncovered belly, the rat falls in the torn, bloody mosquito net ; moonlight bathes the mosquito net, the hands of fresh blood on the mesh ; Barclay squashes the rat on the cement, he lifts up Gay Zodiac in his arms, goes out into the night, carries the wounded man towards the central infirmary, Gay Zodiac's hand, torn into shreds, beats on Barclay's bare hip ; Barclay kisses Gay Zodiac's burnt hair ; between his toes, the little toads jump, born three days ago, obedient, restless, ignored, slavish. In the central infirmary, two soldiers, wearing a green armband, are asleep at a white table, forehead on the icy wood. Barclay lays Gay Zodiac on the camp bed. @@ -1592,11 +1592,11 @@ The sentry, by Serge's side, walks, heavy, hands on the hips. Birds shriek, thei --- I have purple birds inside my chest. -Sunbeams, through the red foliage and the flowers moving in the light air, warm the canvas of Serge's espadrilles, dry the night's dampness on his knees and his thighs ; on the platform, over the harbour, Bandello, in civilian clothes, bends over the playful little slaves, he pulls glass marbles out of his blue-jeans : the little slaves laugh, let Bandello tickle them between the thighs : he lures them, he drags them towards a closed down warehouse, he locks them in until evening, they beat the sheet metal with their little fists, they sit on the ray of sunlight entering under the door ; they throw their marbles on the cement permeated with petrol and droppings, they sparkle while crossing the ray of light ; at night, Bandello, the door opened without noise, dives on the little sleeping slaves, he gags them, he pushes them towards the meat warehouse where the young slave keeper packs them in crates. +Sunbeams, through the red foliage and the flowers moving in the light air, warm the canvas of Serge's espadrilles, dry the night's dampness on his knees and his thighs ; on the platform, over the harbour, Bandello, in civilian clothes, bends over the playful little slaves, he pulls glass marbles out of his blue-jeans~: the little slaves laugh, let Bandello tickle them between the thighs~: he lures them, he drags them towards a closed down warehouse, he locks them in until evening, they beat the sheet metal with their little fists, they sit on the ray of sunlight entering under the door ; they throw their marbles on the cement permeated with petrol and droppings, they sparkle while crossing the ray of light ; at night, Bandello, the door opened without noise, dives on the little sleeping slaves, he gags them, he pushes them towards the meat warehouse where the young slave keeper packs them in crates. \bigbreak -Inamenas welcomes the new chief of Ecbatane's democracy. The excited crowd moves towards the palace, towards the stadium ; vessels, battleships, liners put out the flags until evening. The crowd escorts the official cars ; on Inamenas Democratic avenue, still vibrating from the passing of the crowd, and of the visitors, a naked child, ear torn, is going through the dustbins : he takes out the rotten fruits, the too sickening honey cakes thrown there by the crowd ; his head, his shoulders plunge in the shade of the dustbin, cats, standing up, belly leaning on the tinplate, claw his head, the child eats greedily from the pail, bites the leftovers with his teeth, his hands continuing to search under the vomit of the feast ; the cats bite, pull the shreds he holds between his teeth. The child, later, is sitting in an inside courtyard onto which open the kitchen windows ; the maidservants get tired of pushing him away and striking him with their rolling pins ; the child watches a fish thrown by the maid on the cement of the courtyard : a cat crouching at the edge of the kitchen sink's transparent roof, muscles taut, watches both fish and child. The child, with a leap, runs towards the fish, but the cat, swift, jumps and snatches it ; climbs on the roof again and gobbles up the shiny fish. The maids laugh in the kitchens' half light ; the backbone of the fish slides on the corrugated edge of the roof, falls on the cement, the child grabs it between his fingers, he goes back to sit against the wall, he sucks the bone, he crunches it, he chokes, he runs towards the fountain, he drinks ; the kitchen lights go out : the maidservants, wearing ribbons, cross the courtyard, lock the cells and outbuildings where fruits, grains and meats are stacked up, and go to the festival at the stadium : at the noise of the microphones, they rush forward, their breasts shaken inside the scented blouse. The child, alone, still choking, crawls towards the locked doors, he breathes the sweet smell of fruits and meats piled up and bearing on the wood, he licks the spatters of juices and blood on the edge of the door, on the latch gripped by the delivery boys' soiled hands. +Inamenas welcomes the new chief of Ecbatane's democracy. The excited crowd moves towards the palace, towards the stadium ; vessels, battleships, liners put out the flags until evening. The crowd escorts the official cars ; on Inamenas Democratic avenue, still vibrating from the passing of the crowd, and of the visitors, a naked child, ear torn, is going through the dustbins~: he takes out the rotten fruits, the too sickening honey cakes thrown there by the crowd ; his head, his shoulders plunge in the shade of the dustbin, cats, standing up, belly leaning on the tinplate, claw his head, the child eats greedily from the pail, bites the leftovers with his teeth, his hands continuing to search under the vomit of the feast ; the cats bite, pull the shreds he holds between his teeth. The child, later, is sitting in an inside courtyard onto which open the kitchen windows ; the maidservants get tired of pushing him away and striking him with their rolling pins ; the child watches a fish thrown by the maid on the cement of the courtyard~: a cat crouching at the edge of the kitchen sink's transparent roof, muscles taut, watches both fish and child. The child, with a leap, runs towards the fish, but the cat, swift, jumps and snatches it ; climbs on the roof again and gobbles up the shiny fish. The maids laugh in the kitchens' half light ; the backbone of the fish slides on the corrugated edge of the roof, falls on the cement, the child grabs it between his fingers, he goes back to sit against the wall, he sucks the bone, he crunches it, he chokes, he runs towards the fountain, he drinks ; the kitchen lights go out~: the maidservants, wearing ribbons, cross the courtyard, lock the cells and outbuildings where fruits, grains and meats are stacked up, and go to the festival at the stadium~: at the noise of the microphones, they rush forward, their breasts shaken inside the scented blouse. The child, alone, still choking, crawls towards the locked doors, he breathes the sweet smell of fruits and meats piled up and bearing on the wood, he licks the spatters of juices and blood on the edge of the door, on the latch gripped by the delivery boys' soiled hands. \bigbreak @@ -1609,7 +1609,7 @@ of bed, he lets himself be dressed and combed by his mother and Bi\'etrix~: Bi\'etrix, when she leaves the room, goes down to the entrance hall, strokes the piled rifles, the one that took part in the slaughter ; for her, it still vibrates and burns. ----- Serge, you're not the one to carry a gun. Pussycat, I want to go with you, to El\"{o}, I'll live in a tiny hut, next to the Centre, and in the evening, I'll stroke, I'll kiss your hands still vibrating from the pneumatic drill and all the other tools of slavery. Serge, you too, kill and come with us to El\"{o}. Kill : during your mother's agony, they were shouting beneath the windows to soften your father and enroll him in their rebellion. Go out and kill. +---- Serge, you're not the one to carry a gun. Pussycat, I want to go with you, to El\"{o}, I'll live in a tiny hut, next to the Centre, and in the evening, I'll stroke, I'll kiss your hands still vibrating from the pneumatic drill and all the other tools of slavery. Serge, you too, kill and come with us to El\"{o}. Kill~: during your mother's agony, they were shouting beneath the windows to soften your father and enroll him in their rebellion. Go out and kill. --- He killed children\ldots @@ -1639,7 +1639,7 @@ Illiten, at night, comes out of the house, fastens, buttons, laces the battledre Illiten and his men run between the cacti, rifle over the hot sand ; small birds with warm feathers shoot out from the bushes and throw themselves between the soldiers' legs. -The chief shakes Crazy Horse, asleep on his straw mattress. Soldiers get up, tighten their belt, take their rifle from the arm rack and leave the tent. All tilt their head backwards under the clear sky. They walk along the oued, stride over the little rapids where fish are swimming, vipers too ; greenflies sparkle along the water, shells open up under the moon. The cliff's crumbled parts form whirlpools from one bank to another. The column turns to the right, leaves the beach, enters the cacti : toads, moving up from the river, come to settle there, soldiers step on them, their leg begins shaking, making them jump ; some of them stumble, the gun gets tangled in the cacti. +The chief shakes Crazy Horse, asleep on his straw mattress. Soldiers get up, tighten their belt, take their rifle from the arm rack and leave the tent. All tilt their head backwards under the clear sky. They walk along the oued, stride over the little rapids where fish are swimming, vipers too ; greenflies sparkle along the water, shells open up under the moon. The cliff's crumbled parts form whirlpools from one bank to another. The column turns to the right, leaves the beach, enters the cacti~: toads, moving up from the river, come to settle there, soldiers step on them, their leg begins shaking, making them jump ; some of them stumble, the gun gets tangled in the cacti. {\sloppy Crazy Horse is walking behind the chief, hand between the thighs. The sky over them is like a huge rock trodden upon by luminous beasts. All of a sudden, a noise ; the chief opens his hand and lies flat on his stomach ; soldiers tumble down one after another on the thorny earth, cover their rifle with the battledress jacket ; shadows, at the summit of the hill, between the gleaming tops of the cacti. Soldiers crawl on the earth, the dripping fragments of cacti refresh them, thorns stick to the chin. The shadows, on the hill, undulate between the cacti tops. The path, where the soldiers are crawling, leads to the hill's summit. The rebels run, leap, light on their espadrilles. The soldiers are getting near the summit ; they see, at the end of the path, the leaping silhouettes of the rebels, they fire, each one over the shoulder of the man preceding ; one of them gets up, flings himself to the side, tommy gun in hand, he positions it in the middle of the cacti ; another soldier dashes among the cacti, opens his ammunition haversack and loads the gun ; already the rebels --- two of them have fallen, blasted, their belly sawed by the bursts of machine gun fire --- have turned back, they dash at the cacti ; bullets tear the cacti ; Crazy Horse, wounded at the shoulder, falls backwards ; he rises at once, gets back his gun, falls on the sand again. Illiten lying behind a dead man, machine-guns the path, two soldiers collapse howling, their belly still beats on the hot sand ; the chief, with Crazy Horse, and two other wounded soldiers, move back towards the river, they let themselves glide down the dune, then they observe the hill and take the rebels in the rear ; Illiten, now is alone on the hill ; his hand, still bloody with the young rebel's blood, trembles on the burning hot weapon ; the three soldiers encircle him and fire at his legs ; Illiten falls forwards, arms stretched out sideways ; around him, the rebels' bodies still start, over the hacked cacti. The soldiers disarm llliten ; Crazy Horse takes his knife from him~:\par} @@ -1667,17 +1667,17 @@ Then, after having done with Illiten, Crazy Horse turns pale and falls unconscio \bigbreak -The echo, the smoke, the embers of the ambush, raised, enter the village of B\`{a}li, settle on the granite posts and the palm porch roofs, stroke the faces of the children asleep on the terraces, between the drying grounds of pomegranates and figs. The boys lying naked on the straw mats, knees folded against the belly, the movement spreading their buttocks soiled with violet turds, mouth stained and swollen with juniper gruel, the girls huddled against their mother, brow and hair wrapped in a headband Scented with pepper. Between the stone village and the torrent with banks eroded by the tide's salt, the tent village stays awake : young men play music under the repudiated wives' tent ; children with shaven head, except for a tuft of hair greased with ebony powder, growing from the fontanel, are dozing on the sand, naked and the cheek leaning on a palmtree stake ; those whom nightmares torment, their mothers lift their shoulders, open their mouth for their fingers to smear it with a cypress jam that they brought back from the desert, gathered and given to them by nomads, on the last day of the cool season, in exchange for their bodies offered at the time of the rising sun in the hollows covered with cut grass from a high valley with painted walls of rock ; the children, when the jam touches their lips, whimper, nibble their mother's breast. +The echo, the smoke, the embers of the ambush, raised, enter the village of B\`{a}li, settle on the granite posts and the palm porch roofs, stroke the faces of the children asleep on the terraces, between the drying grounds of pomegranates and figs. The boys lying naked on the straw mats, knees folded against the belly, the movement spreading their buttocks soiled with violet turds, mouth stained and swollen with juniper gruel, the girls huddled against their mother, brow and hair wrapped in a headband Scented with pepper. Between the stone village and the torrent with banks eroded by the tide's salt, the tent village stays awake~: young men play music under the repudiated wives' tent ; children with shaven head, except for a tuft of hair greased with ebony powder, growing from the fontanel, are dozing on the sand, naked and the cheek leaning on a palmtree stake ; those whom nightmares torment, their mothers lift their shoulders, open their mouth for their fingers to smear it with a cypress jam that they brought back from the desert, gathered and given to them by nomads, on the last day of the cool season, in exchange for their bodies offered at the time of the rising sun in the hollows covered with cut grass from a high valley with painted walls of rock ; the children, when the jam touches their lips, whimper, nibble their mother's breast. -The rebels, two commandos formed of former Tamrit butcher's boys sent on a punitive expedition against B\`{a}li, a village resisting both the rebel recruitment and the collection of taxes --- two collectors were thrown into the torrent, the night before the yearly departure towards the desert --- are prowling along the torrent ; when the moon touches the watchtower, the cornloft and the public square of B\`{a}li, dazzling the lookout men and throwing the immediate surroundings into darkness, the rebels jump in the torrent ; soaked, choking, mouth nauseated by the magnesian water, cloth and wool sticking to the body, cock retracted, they cling to the bank's reeds, they spring, knife pointed forwards ; the sand they trample and raise smears their legs, their knees and the bottom of their thighs, the bend of the knee and the bottom of their buttocks ; in front of the tent village, they break up ; each one hurls himself at the chosen tent ; in the same time, women and children, animals, --- everything that yells ---, are slaughtered : then the rebels encircle the young men's tent --- the older ones who were rambling on squatting in front of a fire of rush, on the bank, the rebels already kicked them in the water and drowned. The rebels knock the tent over, throw stones at it, hit, club the young people and the repudiated wives with stakes, bodies writhe under the collapsed tent, a woman's leg sticks out through a torn seam ; the stakes smash the young men's legs, pound their heads and their genitals ; stones crush their bellies and their chests ; dogs run in circles on the canvas permeated with blood, the rebels grab them by the tail and the ears, they slaughter them ; one of them tears off with his knife and fingers a young dog's head and fastens it to his face by tying on his temple two bloody straps passed through the dog's mouth and holding it open. They trample the canvas where it is swelled by the women's rattle ; scents come out from under the canvas ; the rebel with the young dog's head tramples a violin pressed against a young man's neck ; then, squatting down, he tears the seam and bites from the stirred earth mixed with incense a piece of butter smeared with sand, he devours it, growling and spitting out the sand ; when he gets up, his whole face, his throat, the top of his chest and his shoulders, are shining, he puts his hand on his forehead covered with a cold sweat, he collapses on the pile of canvas, stones and stakes ; a light and scented wind, coming from the orchards of the opposite bank of Tletz, bathes the torrent, the reeds, the pebbles, the rose laurels ; the young rebel rises on his elbows, he breathes the perfume, on his lips and on his uncovered throat are blending the butter and the blood that spurted from the mouth of the young people smothered head to head ; he gets up and ties again the dog's head to his bloody temple. All dash forward, they wipe their knives on the grass, the blades slide on the violet flowers where bees are vibrating. In the Tletz post, soldiers pull the prisoners out of the pigsty, they bind them naked to a ladder they lean against the latrine's roof, the greenhorns are pushed inside the latrine, forced to plunge the sticks in the shit and, out in the air again, to paint the prisoners' buttocks, their backs ; the radio operator works the electric generator, the wind shakes the inspection lamps hanging from the washing line, shakes the shadow of the prisoner's cock and tuft of hair under the belly : a greenhorn drives the stick between the buttocks of a young prisoner with his head bandaged, and searches his ass until it bleeds ; then he fixes the other end of the stick against the latrine's steps and, wiping his hands on his hips, he goes to sit on the mess staircase where crates of beer are stacked, between the legs of the soldiers, drunk and vomiting : he takes a bottle, he seizes the neck between his teeth, bites the cap but one of his teeth breaks and, uttering a little cry, he spits ; a negro soldier, sprawled against him, takes the bottle, bites the neck wet with spittle, pulls off the cap and spits it on the greenhorn's penis, drinks a quarter of the bottle and, turning away to vomit, throws it on the young soldier's belly, foam runs between the thighs, blackening the battledress at the spot where the cock swells it ; the soldier, after drinking, takes his cock in the cloth with both his hands, he presses it, he crushes it against the cement of the stairs ; flies drink in his eyes the rising tears ; the rebel with the bandaged head, groans ; the ties binding his feet and knees to the ladder loosen, the loins weigh heavily and the stake penetrates further in ; soldiers dressed with civilian pyjamas in tatters, come down from the gallery, to drink, their dogs pressed between their thighs, their trampled hair all rustling with lice ; the stake, driven as far as the middle of the body, pushes forward the penis and the testicles ; a flight of grey cranes soars above the post ; the soldiers spit in the air ; a soldier remaining alone in the barrackroom, kisses, naked and holding his cock with both hands, the technicolor photo of an undressed actress, he draws away his lips marked by the printed colours, he throws himself, groaning, flat on his stomach on the straw mattress, mouth gasping, then he rises on his knees, leaning on one hand, the other one clutching his cock and beginning to wank, head bent under the shoulder watching the cock glow red under the shade of his belly. +The rebels, two commandos formed of former Tamrit butcher's boys sent on a punitive expedition against B\`{a}li, a village resisting both the rebel recruitment and the collection of taxes --- two collectors were thrown into the torrent, the night before the yearly departure towards the desert --- are prowling along the torrent ; when the moon touches the watchtower, the cornloft and the public square of B\`{a}li, dazzling the lookout men and throwing the immediate surroundings into darkness, the rebels jump in the torrent ; soaked, choking, mouth nauseated by the magnesian water, cloth and wool sticking to the body, cock retracted, they cling to the bank's reeds, they spring, knife pointed forwards ; the sand they trample and raise smears their legs, their knees and the bottom of their thighs, the bend of the knee and the bottom of their buttocks ; in front of the tent village, they break up ; each one hurls himself at the chosen tent ; in the same time, women and children, animals, --- everything that yells ---, are slaughtered~: then the rebels encircle the young men's tent --- the older ones who were rambling on squatting in front of a fire of rush, on the bank, the rebels already kicked them in the water and drowned. The rebels knock the tent over, throw stones at it, hit, club the young people and the repudiated wives with stakes, bodies writhe under the collapsed tent, a woman's leg sticks out through a torn seam ; the stakes smash the young men's legs, pound their heads and their genitals ; stones crush their bellies and their chests ; dogs run in circles on the canvas permeated with blood, the rebels grab them by the tail and the ears, they slaughter them ; one of them tears off with his knife and fingers a young dog's head and fastens it to his face by tying on his temple two bloody straps passed through the dog's mouth and holding it open. They trample the canvas where it is swelled by the women's rattle ; scents come out from under the canvas ; the rebel with the young dog's head tramples a violin pressed against a young man's neck ; then, squatting down, he tears the seam and bites from the stirred earth mixed with incense a piece of butter smeared with sand, he devours it, growling and spitting out the sand ; when he gets up, his whole face, his throat, the top of his chest and his shoulders, are shining, he puts his hand on his forehead covered with a cold sweat, he collapses on the pile of canvas, stones and stakes ; a light and scented wind, coming from the orchards of the opposite bank of Tletz, bathes the torrent, the reeds, the pebbles, the rose laurels ; the young rebel rises on his elbows, he breathes the perfume, on his lips and on his uncovered throat are blending the butter and the blood that spurted from the mouth of the young people smothered head to head ; he gets up and ties again the dog's head to his bloody temple. All dash forward, they wipe their knives on the grass, the blades slide on the violet flowers where bees are vibrating. In the Tletz post, soldiers pull the prisoners out of the pigsty, they bind them naked to a ladder they lean against the latrine's roof, the greenhorns are pushed inside the latrine, forced to plunge the sticks in the shit and, out in the air again, to paint the prisoners' buttocks, their backs ; the radio operator works the electric generator, the wind shakes the inspection lamps hanging from the washing line, shakes the shadow of the prisoner's cock and tuft of hair under the belly~: a greenhorn drives the stick between the buttocks of a young prisoner with his head bandaged, and searches his ass until it bleeds ; then he fixes the other end of the stick against the latrine's steps and, wiping his hands on his hips, he goes to sit on the mess staircase where crates of beer are stacked, between the legs of the soldiers, drunk and vomiting~: he takes a bottle, he seizes the neck between his teeth, bites the cap but one of his teeth breaks and, uttering a little cry, he spits ; a negro soldier, sprawled against him, takes the bottle, bites the neck wet with spittle, pulls off the cap and spits it on the greenhorn's penis, drinks a quarter of the bottle and, turning away to vomit, throws it on the young soldier's belly, foam runs between the thighs, blackening the battledress at the spot where the cock swells it ; the soldier, after drinking, takes his cock in the cloth with both his hands, he presses it, he crushes it against the cement of the stairs ; flies drink in his eyes the rising tears ; the rebel with the bandaged head, groans ; the ties binding his feet and knees to the ladder loosen, the loins weigh heavily and the stake penetrates further in ; soldiers dressed with civilian pyjamas in tatters, come down from the gallery, to drink, their dogs pressed between their thighs, their trampled hair all rustling with lice ; the stake, driven as far as the middle of the body, pushes forward the penis and the testicles ; a flight of grey cranes soars above the post ; the soldiers spit in the air ; a soldier remaining alone in the barrackroom, kisses, naked and holding his cock with both hands, the technicolor photo of an undressed actress, he draws away his lips marked by the printed colours, he throws himself, groaning, flat on his stomach on the straw mattress, mouth gasping, then he rises on his knees, leaning on one hand, the other one clutching his cock and beginning to wank, head bent under the shoulder watching the cock glow red under the shade of his belly. -The rebels enter, wearing rope-soled espadrilles, in B\`{a}li's lower streets, they brush aside the palmtree boughs covering the gardens, the scent of beans and illicit opium, released, rises to their nostrils, softens their heart and strengthens their hand. They swarm into B\`{a}li fast asleep ; the lookout men, dazzled by the moon, are watching the torrent ; the bright smokes of the fires where old men were warming themselves, in the reeds vanish in the darkness veiled with blood. The rebels scale the watchtower and the cornloft, they bury their knives in the backs of the collapsing lookout men, their head hitting the cob made of turf and palms ; the rebels, with one stab of the knife, slit their throat ; then they lift them up and throw them over the rampart walk, the bodies crash on the white rocks, blood and brains flow down as far as the torrent and the toads wallow in them. Then the rebels scatter in the village : the peasants, woken up, grab palm sticks, sickles, wooden ploughshares ; the rebels leap forward, pull away their wooden weapons from the peasants, they push them back towards the public square ; the young rebel with the dog's head, who is carrying the commando's only firearm, threatens the peasants with his automatic pistol ; now and then, he lifts his mask and his face appears smeared with blood, brains ; the rebels smash the doors, plunge in the darkness on the women huddled against the cob, they unbutton themselves and rape and kill at the same time ; often two rebels drive their knives together in some child's lower body, blades grind in the perforated intestine. The young rebel gives his weapon to the commando chief, who, lips foamy, insults the peasants ; the young rebel, still wearing his young dog's head, runs to the plunder ; with his mask, he burrows into the women's open belly, the children's slit throat ; the rebels run, round-shouldered, among houses and streets ; a naked child is screaming on a terrace ; four rebels climb up the house's corners, jump on the terrace ; they seize the child, they lift him up and four times, they throw him in the air and move backwards ; the child falls on the cob, his back, his loins, his nape, his knees, broken, turn blue under the moonlight : a rebel grabs from the drying room a hatchet for grafting fig trees, he brandishes it, the rebels step back, the hatchet slits the throat, slashes the chest, the belly and the knees ; the penis, cut off, sticks to the hatchet, the rebel rubs it against the bend of his knee, the penis stays hanging there, the rebel shakes his leg, he insults the child, he angrily tramples the head, it comes apart from the neck, the rebel chops the neck's vessels and muscles and nerves, with the hatchet, he grabs the head by its hair, he thrusts his fist in the wound, the rebels let themselves fall along the walls, they join the other ones assembled on the public square ; all are trembling, their hands hold scraps of fabric, tufts of hair are stuck by blood on their throat, their hands clutch broken toys, wooden spoons ; the chief orders the peasants to run to the far end of the village ; with his commandos, he pushes them in an alley, he packs them in the village slaughterhouse ; the two latticed windows and the barred door look on to the precipice ; the chief has the door smashed by two young rebels with throats decorated by stolen coral necklaces ; he leans his back against the dividing wall ; a scared old man's urine runs in the gutter smeared with dry blood which divides the centre of the room, gently sloping towards the smashed door ; the chief points at a young peasant whose tight headband holds a few thorny flowers, the two commandos grab him by the hair and push him in front of the chief whose arms are copper coloured by blood ; the chief hits the young peasant's throat with his fist, he takes his cock in the same fist and strokes it with the butt of his automatic pistol ; then, leaving the weapon pressed on the cock, he tilts the barrel towards the peasant's throat, pulls the trigger, the bullet smashes the jaw, the teeth, shattered run on the chief's wrist, the two commandos support the young peasant by the shoulders, the chief kicks the peasant's loins, the commandos hurl him down the ravine, the body bounces in the darkness, the belly and thighs one moment uncovered --- the tatters are hovering around the body --- cast a glimmer of rainy dawn. Thus, the slaughterhouse's mallet smashing their nape or penis, the peasants are all hurled down, except a frightened old man sitting in his urine, they pull him up by force and hang him by the throat to the portico's shaken meat hook ; the young rebel with the dog's head pulls crates of sodas and sacks of semolina out of the grocery ; while all, sprawled on the public square, drink and eat the grain, head in the sack, a few injured women and children, come crawling out of the houses, drag themselves along the walls, marking the cob with long red trails, often vertical, the two rebels decorated with earrings and necklaces, jump up, throw themselves on the women, bear on their smashed or maimed limbs ; then, when the wind freezes their sweat, they get up again, the front of the body covered with shreds of dress stuck to their clothes by blood ; the little children who flee covering their wounds with both hands, they nail them to the blacksmith's wall with the points of blue steel, facing the orient. A few vultures, chased from the slaughter bathing the rock and the onyx slabs, fly up the ravine and, clinging to the cob, tear the crucified bodies ; they soar over the terrace and dive in the streets ; the flapping of their wings hits the back of the squatting rebels, mouth smeared with soda and semolina ; a vulture soars above the dog's head rebel asleep on a punctured sack, it wheels, it comes down ; the rebel yawns, the vulture rises again and drops its shit in the young rebel's open mouth. The tumult of the slaughter awakens the officer at the Tletz post, he goes down to the empty courtyard : the soldiers have locked up the prisoners in the pigsty, the one they impaled is writhing on the manure, he spits a blue foam on the wrists of his comrades holding him in their arms. In B\`{a}li, the groaning has ceased, the rebels, sprawled, rise to their feet again. Dawn appears in the torrent, the vultures fly away from the reeds and the rocks, -some of them hold in their beak a quarter of flesh crossed by a leather strap or by lace from some cloth. Dew sparkles on the ransacked tents, vultures tear the collapsed canvas, uncover the bodies caught in the sand, a stake piercing the belly. The officer tramples the smashed bottles, he walks up again inside the post, climbs the hatch of the watchtower, the sentry shivers, sleepy, his forehead covered with dew, the corner of his lips smeared with sweet coffee ; the officer, moving his chest close to the soldier's, drops a quick kiss on the trace of coffee, their eyebrows touch, the officer places his hand on the soldier's cock, and the soldier, his on the officer's thigh : \speech{The wind is blowing blood, lieutenant.} The officer pushes, gently knocks down the soldier on the protection sheet, pressing the boy's loins against the top of the steel sheet, with his hips and his hand supports the nape tilted in the searchlight's beam ; then appear on the soldier's shadowless face, the razor's gashes, the dried salivas and snots, the stings and the excremental and seminal deposits from mosquitoes, the small curls pulled off from the hair of his hardened cock by the soldier and laid, rolled around his fingers on the sweaty cheeks ; the officer kisses the cuts, blows the curls towards the soldier's nostrils, his tongue pierces the carapace of snot at the opening of the nostrils and searches them ; the soldier's cock hardens against his hip and his against the soldier's hip ; the machine gun, abandoned, swings in the wind~: +The rebels enter, wearing rope-soled espadrilles, in B\`{a}li's lower streets, they brush aside the palmtree boughs covering the gardens, the scent of beans and illicit opium, released, rises to their nostrils, softens their heart and strengthens their hand. They swarm into B\`{a}li fast asleep ; the lookout men, dazzled by the moon, are watching the torrent ; the bright smokes of the fires where old men were warming themselves, in the reeds vanish in the darkness veiled with blood. The rebels scale the watchtower and the cornloft, they bury their knives in the backs of the collapsing lookout men, their head hitting the cob made of turf and palms ; the rebels, with one stab of the knife, slit their throat ; then they lift them up and throw them over the rampart walk, the bodies crash on the white rocks, blood and brains flow down as far as the torrent and the toads wallow in them. Then the rebels scatter in the village~: the peasants, woken up, grab palm sticks, sickles, wooden ploughshares ; the rebels leap forward, pull away their wooden weapons from the peasants, they push them back towards the public square ; the young rebel with the dog's head, who is carrying the commando's only firearm, threatens the peasants with his automatic pistol ; now and then, he lifts his mask and his face appears smeared with blood, brains ; the rebels smash the doors, plunge in the darkness on the women huddled against the cob, they unbutton themselves and rape and kill at the same time ; often two rebels drive their knives together in some child's lower body, blades grind in the perforated intestine. The young rebel gives his weapon to the commando chief, who, lips foamy, insults the peasants ; the young rebel, still wearing his young dog's head, runs to the plunder ; with his mask, he burrows into the women's open belly, the children's slit throat ; the rebels run, round-shouldered, among houses and streets ; a naked child is screaming on a terrace ; four rebels climb up the house's corners, jump on the terrace ; they seize the child, they lift him up and four times, they throw him in the air and move backwards ; the child falls on the cob, his back, his loins, his nape, his knees, broken, turn blue under the moonlight~: a rebel grabs from the drying room a hatchet for grafting fig trees, he brandishes it, the rebels step back, the hatchet slits the throat, slashes the chest, the belly and the knees ; the penis, cut off, sticks to the hatchet, the rebel rubs it against the bend of his knee, the penis stays hanging there, the rebel shakes his leg, he insults the child, he angrily tramples the head, it comes apart from the neck, the rebel chops the neck's vessels and muscles and nerves, with the hatchet, he grabs the head by its hair, he thrusts his fist in the wound, the rebels let themselves fall along the walls, they join the other ones assembled on the public square ; all are trembling, their hands hold scraps of fabric, tufts of hair are stuck by blood on their throat, their hands clutch broken toys, wooden spoons ; the chief orders the peasants to run to the far end of the village ; with his commandos, he pushes them in an alley, he packs them in the village slaughterhouse ; the two latticed windows and the barred door look on to the precipice ; the chief has the door smashed by two young rebels with throats decorated by stolen coral necklaces ; he leans his back against the dividing wall ; a scared old man's urine runs in the gutter smeared with dry blood which divides the centre of the room, gently sloping towards the smashed door ; the chief points at a young peasant whose tight headband holds a few thorny flowers, the two commandos grab him by the hair and push him in front of the chief whose arms are copper coloured by blood ; the chief hits the young peasant's throat with his fist, he takes his cock in the same fist and strokes it with the butt of his automatic pistol ; then, leaving the weapon pressed on the cock, he tilts the barrel towards the peasant's throat, pulls the trigger, the bullet smashes the jaw, the teeth, shattered run on the chief's wrist, the two commandos support the young peasant by the shoulders, the chief kicks the peasant's loins, the commandos hurl him down the ravine, the body bounces in the darkness, the belly and thighs one moment uncovered --- the tatters are hovering around the body --- cast a glimmer of rainy dawn. Thus, the slaughterhouse's mallet smashing their nape or penis, the peasants are all hurled down, except a frightened old man sitting in his urine, they pull him up by force and hang him by the throat to the portico's shaken meat hook ; the young rebel with the dog's head pulls crates of sodas and sacks of semolina out of the grocery ; while all, sprawled on the public square, drink and eat the grain, head in the sack, a few injured women and children, come crawling out of the houses, drag themselves along the walls, marking the cob with long red trails, often vertical, the two rebels decorated with earrings and necklaces, jump up, throw themselves on the women, bear on their smashed or maimed limbs ; then, when the wind freezes their sweat, they get up again, the front of the body covered with shreds of dress stuck to their clothes by blood ; the little children who flee covering their wounds with both hands, they nail them to the blacksmith's wall with the points of blue steel, facing the orient. A few vultures, chased from the slaughter bathing the rock and the onyx slabs, fly up the ravine and, clinging to the cob, tear the crucified bodies ; they soar over the terrace and dive in the streets ; the flapping of their wings hits the back of the squatting rebels, mouth smeared with soda and semolina ; a vulture soars above the dog's head rebel asleep on a punctured sack, it wheels, it comes down ; the rebel yawns, the vulture rises again and drops its shit in the young rebel's open mouth. The tumult of the slaughter awakens the officer at the Tletz post, he goes down to the empty courtyard~: the soldiers have locked up the prisoners in the pigsty, the one they impaled is writhing on the manure, he spits a blue foam on the wrists of his comrades holding him in their arms. In B\`{a}li, the groaning has ceased, the rebels, sprawled, rise to their feet again. Dawn appears in the torrent, the vultures fly away from the reeds and the rocks, -some of them hold in their beak a quarter of flesh crossed by a leather strap or by lace from some cloth. Dew sparkles on the ransacked tents, vultures tear the collapsed canvas, uncover the bodies caught in the sand, a stake piercing the belly. The officer tramples the smashed bottles, he walks up again inside the post, climbs the hatch of the watchtower, the sentry shivers, sleepy, his forehead covered with dew, the corner of his lips smeared with sweet coffee ; the officer, moving his chest close to the soldier's, drops a quick kiss on the trace of coffee, their eyebrows touch, the officer places his hand on the soldier's cock, and the soldier, his on the officer's thigh~: \speech{The wind is blowing blood, lieutenant.} The officer pushes, gently knocks down the soldier on the protection sheet, pressing the boy's loins against the top of the steel sheet, with his hips and his hand supports the nape tilted in the searchlight's beam ; then appear on the soldier's shadowless face, the razor's gashes, the dried salivas and snots, the stings and the excremental and seminal deposits from mosquitoes, the small curls pulled off from the hair of his hardened cock by the soldier and laid, rolled around his fingers on the sweaty cheeks ; the officer kisses the cuts, blows the curls towards the soldier's nostrils, his tongue pierces the carapace of snot at the opening of the nostrils and searches them ; the soldier's cock hardens against his hip and his against the soldier's hip ; the machine gun, abandoned, swings in the wind~: --- At one o'clock, during the third guard, vultures filled the valley, their smell bathed the fragrance of the sea. Lieutenant, we are rotten corpses, I got scared, my skin is rotten, they soared for a while along the searchlight's beam, I poured a flask of eau de Cologne on my forehead. They flew away. --- When you'll be free, hold back from eating too many pastries. ---- My wife says : \speech{Cover my whole body with sperm and our child will be more beautiful.} +--- My wife says~: \speech{Cover my whole body with sperm and our child will be more beautiful.} --- I allow you to cut out my battledress again\ldots @@ -1685,7 +1685,7 @@ The rebels enter, wearing rope-soled espadrilles, in B\`{a}li's lower streets, t --- My love, I who, sticking out my tongue sparkling with a saliva secreted each day in your name, touch and soften the hardened snot of your nostrils\ldots ---- Lieutenant, do not drive your hand further\ldots\ I never learnt how to wipe my ass\ldots\ my mother then my sisters fighting around me with my trousers off, their hands clutchings shreds of soiled paper\ldots\ my wife, in the middle of the day, locks me up with her in the bar's latrine, after I've eaten and drunk on the pavement with my mates\ldots\ O my captain the seam is cracking\ldots\ she unbuttons me and while I'm shitting, she blows on my plaster-powdered hair, she kisses my mouth, the hair on my chest, in the scent of turds, squats down and kisses the lower part of my belly and my cock taut and wedged against the stoneware ; I close upon her raised head my shirt smeared with hardened plaster ; the water stirred by a running of turds, splashes my buttocks and her nostrils and her lips when she kisses, having pushed it upwards, the underside of my cock, licking the balls\ldots when I tear off the paper, she fights over it, with her wrist, she bends my nape downwards, she lifts the tails of my shirt and she wipes me\ldots\ in the morning, she kisses and licks, before I'm awake, the tears running from my eyes to my temples, the foam at the corner of my lips, she doesn't let me dress myself alone, she grabs, she presses my cock against her cheek before covering it and buttoning up over it erect\ldots\ she would abandon her body, on the top of the roofs, to my comrades : they wouldn't chase her away, thus could she all day long watch me, see my muscles swell and the motions of work pull my shirt from underneath the belt and uncover my loins for a moment, hear me puff, whine under the weight of the sacks, gasp against the ladder, shout orders to the apprentice, answer myself, shouting, to the team-leader, gaze at my legs spreading out while I move down on all fours towards the roof gutter, and at the folds of the cloth in the hollow of my thighs while, standing on the scaffolding, I pull to me the winch's rope\ldots +--- Lieutenant, do not drive your hand further\ldots\ I never learnt how to wipe my ass\ldots\ my mother then my sisters fighting around me with my trousers off, their hands clutchings shreds of soiled paper\ldots\ my wife, in the middle of the day, locks me up with her in the bar's latrine, after I've eaten and drunk on the pavement with my mates\ldots\ O my captain the seam is cracking\ldots\ she unbuttons me and while I'm shitting, she blows on my plaster-powdered hair, she kisses my mouth, the hair on my chest, in the scent of turds, squats down and kisses the lower part of my belly and my cock taut and wedged against the stoneware ; I close upon her raised head my shirt smeared with hardened plaster ; the water stirred by a running of turds, splashes my buttocks and her nostrils and her lips when she kisses, having pushed it upwards, the underside of my cock, licking the balls\ldots when I tear off the paper, she fights over it, with her wrist, she bends my nape downwards, she lifts the tails of my shirt and she wipes me\ldots\ in the morning, she kisses and licks, before I'm awake, the tears running from my eyes to my temples, the foam at the corner of my lips, she doesn't let me dress myself alone, she grabs, she presses my cock against her cheek before covering it and buttoning up over it erect\ldots\ she would abandon her body, on the top of the roofs, to my comrades~: they wouldn't chase her away, thus could she all day long watch me, see my muscles swell and the motions of work pull my shirt from underneath the belt and uncover my loins for a moment, hear me puff, whine under the weight of the sacks, gasp against the ladder, shout orders to the apprentice, answer myself, shouting, to the team-leader, gaze at my legs spreading out while I move down on all fours towards the roof gutter, and at the folds of the cloth in the hollow of my thighs while, standing on the scaffolding, I pull to me the winch's rope\ldots --- O cock of yours, my love, machine gun of my night, and I rebel, I prowl in darkness my chest offered to his aim and by despair and desertion I scream and flinging myself in the searchlight's beam, I hear it turn, I see you, I see you turn it towards me, unveil it, load it, I open my mouth the bullets explode on my tongue, roll against my teeth and I collapse on the bed of palms forehead against the earth and the bullets tear my loins apart, sweat already freezes on your brow and on your shoulders your moist fingers vibrate and covered with powder your lightened belly\ldots @@ -1695,13 +1695,13 @@ The rebels enter, wearing rope-soled espadrilles, in B\`{a}li's lower streets, t \bigbreak -In the morning, the head : veins, lips, eyes, nostrils, hair, set ablaze by the beams filtrated in the high reversed fanlight, Crazy Horse, sliding out of the stretcher, his hand gripping his ringed neck, gets on his feet, wipes with the blanket his bloody armpit, strikes three times his weapon hanging on the arms rack, leaning against the walls crosses the deserted infirmary --- his elbows his hands leave a trail of ochre blood on the plaster, outside strokes the rose bush and the roses become covered with blood, crawls under the barbed wire, throws himself in the oats, turns pale, blood withdraws from his knees ; he falls forward on the edge of a well covered by the oats. +In the morning, the head~: veins, lips, eyes, nostrils, hair, set ablaze by the beams filtrated in the high reversed fanlight, Crazy Horse, sliding out of the stretcher, his hand gripping his ringed neck, gets on his feet, wipes with the blanket his bloody armpit, strikes three times his weapon hanging on the arms rack, leaning against the walls crosses the deserted infirmary --- his elbows his hands leave a trail of ochre blood on the plaster, outside strokes the rose bush and the roses become covered with blood, crawls under the barbed wire, throws himself in the oats, turns pale, blood withdraws from his knees ; he falls forward on the edge of a well covered by the oats. Until noon, Crazy Horse, his warmed back travelled over by locusts, worms attacking his half-opened mouth, sleeps under the violet sky. -In the evening, leaning against a pomegranate tree, he munches the fruits, his hams strained by the fangs of invisible dogs ; between the rocks of Tifrit, he slows down only to sh\ldots, without undressing or squatting : turds run down his legs, harden on the folds of his socks and on the laces of his army shoes. The branches weighed down by floorcloths point to a village where Crazy Horse, vomiting, has stolen alarm clocks, soap, jewels. The maggots under the moon, scintillate in the blood of his wound ; he watches them, leaning against a trunk, the floorcloths beating the nape of his neck. Inside the butcher's shop, the portraits --- taken down during daytime --- of B\'eja and the other rebel chiefs are hanging far from the course of blood : Crazy Horse, bending over the stall, holds out his entire arm ; the butcher chops at the armpit, Crazy Horse winces, he grinds his teeth against the bloody wood. +In the evening, leaning against a pomegranate tree, he munches the fruits, his hams strained by the fangs of invisible dogs ; between the rocks of Tifrit, he slows down only to sh\ldots, without undressing or squatting~: turds run down his legs, harden on the folds of his socks and on the laces of his army shoes. The branches weighed down by floorcloths point to a village where Crazy Horse, vomiting, has stolen alarm clocks, soap, jewels. The maggots under the moon, scintillate in the blood of his wound ; he watches them, leaning against a trunk, the floorcloths beating the nape of his neck. Inside the butcher's shop, the portraits --- taken down during daytime --- of B\'eja and the other rebel chiefs are hanging far from the course of blood~: Crazy Horse, bending over the stall, holds out his entire arm ; the butcher chops at the armpit, Crazy Horse winces, he grinds his teeth against the bloody wood. -The midnight breeze softens the wound ; Crazy Horse, his cut-off arm thrust under his shirt, climbs the rocks : the arm's blood runs down his belly, wraps his cock ; he lies down over the slabs, his head leaning on the base of the orientation table ; a band of jackals following the trail of his blood since the village, encircles the mountain summit; Crazy Horse buttons the shirt over his arm, the hand, cold, covers his belly. +The midnight breeze softens the wound ; Crazy Horse, his cut-off arm thrust under his shirt, climbs the rocks~: the arm's blood runs down his belly, wraps his cock ; he lies down over the slabs, his head leaning on the base of the orientation table ; a band of jackals following the trail of his blood since the village, encircles the mountain summit; Crazy Horse buttons the shirt over his arm, the hand, cold, covers his belly. Crazy Horse's head rolls on his shoulder ; milk runs under the slabs, under the stones, gushes from the end of the broken stems, flushes at the bottom of the violet sky ; Crazy Horse's lips open up, kiss the crystals, the stars, the jackals' icy eyes ; the arm comes out of the shirt ; the battledress tears at the leg, the tear creases as far as the knee ; the jackal's tongue licks and warms up the kneecap. The moon is resting on the orientation table. @@ -1711,7 +1711,7 @@ The slaughters, the blood from the rapes, the ashes of the burnings, nourish the Soldiers, after burning the villages, push before them women and children, under the threat of their guns, to the gates of the city. There, they sell them or rent them to pimps living in small huts of wood and corrugated iron, under the ramparts. Officers allow this trade. Many of those pimps are each night, slaughtered by the rebels. Children and teenagers are locked up several weeks in those huts ; men and women coming from the bottom of the city fuck in front of them and corrupt them. Captive women are driven to the city brothels and forced into prostitution. -Gradually, the pimps do not fear following the soldiers in operation : pimps themselves or youths bought and corrupted by them wait in the villages behind the wheels of cars or small, dusty secondhand trucks. The smoke, the stones crumbling from the fire, chase the women and children away ; old men collapse on the burning stones, on the reddened irons, on the embers, the skin of their forehead sticks to them, sizzling. Women and children flee, screaming, clasping blackened bundles under their armpit, horsehair mattresses, half-charred paillasses. The pimps or their helpers, drive their vehicles away from the fire then stop at the crossroads ; women and children let themselves get locked up inside the vans, which move off at once ; further away, soldiers, face and knees blackened, hands bloody, push in front of them terrified women and children, stop the vans, and under the threat of guns and knives hand over these women and children in exchange for money. Before handing the women over, they knock them down, on the roadside slope and rape them, their shoes ploughing the earth and the grass. Children scream, wail, cling to the tyres, the newborns crawl under the trucks, head hitting the oily and burning chassis. The soldiers get up, shiver, trample the slope ; the women groan, writhe on their shoulders, knees raised, the pimp and his helpers catch their feet and drag them over the soiled grass. +Gradually, the pimps do not fear following the soldiers in operation~: pimps themselves or youths bought and corrupted by them wait in the villages behind the wheels of cars or small, dusty secondhand trucks. The smoke, the stones crumbling from the fire, chase the women and children away ; old men collapse on the burning stones, on the reddened irons, on the embers, the skin of their forehead sticks to them, sizzling. Women and children flee, screaming, clasping blackened bundles under their armpit, horsehair mattresses, half-charred paillasses. The pimps or their helpers, drive their vehicles away from the fire then stop at the crossroads ; women and children let themselves get locked up inside the vans, which move off at once ; further away, soldiers, face and knees blackened, hands bloody, push in front of them terrified women and children, stop the vans, and under the threat of guns and knives hand over these women and children in exchange for money. Before handing the women over, they knock them down, on the roadside slope and rape them, their shoes ploughing the earth and the grass. Children scream, wail, cling to the tyres, the newborns crawl under the trucks, head hitting the oily and burning chassis. The soldiers get up, shiver, trample the slope ; the women groan, writhe on their shoulders, knees raised, the pimp and his helpers catch their feet and drag them over the soiled grass. They drag the women as far as the trucks, the women scream, cheek sliding on the slush of grass, sperm and blood, whites of the eyes showing, belly and thighs shining, where the soldiers' cocks have trailed, and scratched by nails and teeth. @@ -1719,15 +1719,15 @@ The soldiers, off duty, go to the brothel, armed. All dressed all armed, they th The soldier crosses his arms around the woman, whose breasts roll on his rough shirt, the woman slips her hands behind the soldier's back, crosses them over the line of sweat piercing the shirt, from nape to waist ; she strokes the damp cloth, crumples it, the contact makes the soldier' shiver, he shakes his head then his lips part from those of the woman, his mouth moves up towards the temples, he opens it and his teeth mix with the hair blackened by sweat, his tongue licks ancient powders, fragments of wood, of stones, small aromatic seeds, thin layers of dried milk, of children's saliva ; he presses his nostrils against the woman's nape ; through the shutters, he sees the street where dust rises, the dogs' paws, the children's black legs, the jeeps' wheels, the soldiers' impatient boots, the barbed wire from which are hanging withered bits of dead birds covered with ants, tufts of grass, shreds of cloth and leather. -His eyes fill with tears, he takes the woman's breasts, he presses them to his lips and sucks, his cheeks and nostrils covered with tears, his hands slide on the woman's hips, plunge between her thighs, warm, sweating and crumpled they brush the down of her cunt, give themselves up to the warm and damp breath of the half-opened cunt, play with the down covering quivering flesh. The soldier dreams : a fountain of grey stone, high up in the mountain, where runs an icy water inflaming the face when he drinks ; later, he stands, his eye dazzled, his forehead cooled, in front of the slope of meadow or wood and he watches a squirrel running away in the nightfall. +His eyes fill with tears, he takes the woman's breasts, he presses them to his lips and sucks, his cheeks and nostrils covered with tears, his hands slide on the woman's hips, plunge between her thighs, warm, sweating and crumpled they brush the down of her cunt, give themselves up to the warm and damp breath of the half-opened cunt, play with the down covering quivering flesh. The soldier dreams~: a fountain of grey stone, high up in the mountain, where runs an icy water inflaming the face when he drinks ; later, he stands, his eye dazzled, his forehead cooled, in front of the slope of meadow or wood and he watches a squirrel running away in the nightfall. -The soldier's head rolls over the heavy and shady breasts, warm grass smelling of milk, the woman tilts her head backwards, the soldier's hands move up along the woman's belly, towards the breasts, follow the line of the ribs, sink between them, the woman moans, her breath caresses the soldier's temple and the tip of his ear. The soldier continues sucking, nibbles, slobbers, the woman draws her hand back to her breast, and supports it, the tears, the soldier's dribble, run on her fingers. In the street a galloping horse comes to a stop, rears up, whinnies, throws off its rider, a young man in tatters, who falls, arms stretched out sideways, flat on his belly, in the sand. Children come out of the cellars and run towards the injured man. The horse, girths sliding from its breast shoots forward through the suburbs, breaks past the gates, then slowing down, treads the sand under the eucalypti, the trampled sand, sees the river, feels the water, shakes its mane. Dogs run, muzzle low, jump under the trees, turn around the trunks, clutch to the bark, snap up the small birds falling from the boughs. The horse stops by the water, blows on the water still and black, the horse's breath whitens the surface and stirs it. The woman, now knocked over the tiled floor, moans, her breath chases the shiny dust from the interstices, her cheek covered with sweat, stuck to the tiling ; the soldier shakes his loins. Around his cock, the battledress, opened, crumpled, black with sperm and sweat. His shoes scrape the tiling, hit, bruising them, the woman's toes. The soldier, his gluey hands going from the woman's temples to her cunt, gasps for breath, moves backwards, roars. The dogs howl, tear off scraps of flesh from the rubbish heaps fuming along the shore ; old cans pulled from the slush, glitter, tinkle under their fangs. The soldier, with his fingers, with his nails, spreads the woman's cunt open. The woman's head rolls on the tiled floor. The soldier, lifted on his belly, claws the cunt, the neck of the woman. The children sweep down on the injured man ; lips split over the sand, eyes closed, mouth filled with blood, he's still breathing, a child squats down, lays his finger on a vein beating at the injured man's neck, pinches it with his other finger, the injured man jumps. A soldier, from a room window, a soldier half-naked, out all moist from a whore's arms, has seen the rider fall : he goes to the far end of the room, brushes the straw mattress where the woman lying on her back, legs spread, arms under the head, watches him walk and smiles when he brushes the bed again, his rifle in hand this time, the soldier moves the barrel close to the woman's belly, makes it slide, shiny and cold, between the thighs, the woman stretches herself, wriggles, laughs softly, pushes away the gun slowly with her hand, her hot fingers on the barrel, leave marks. The soldier moves towards the window, half-opens it, raises the blind, sees the group of children and the injured rider, aims his weapon, pulls the bolt, presses the trigger, children and rider jump in the lifted sand and fall back in a heap, without a shout, doors slam shut, the soldier withdraws his finger, puts an end to the burst of gunfire, looks back, rifle fuming against his hip ; the room is filled with a heavy smell of powder and straw, the woman is trembling against the wall, the soldier walks to the bed, looks at the filthy mattress, bashed in by men's knees and by their fists, slides his finger through a hole in the bed, and pulls a wisp of straw, sticks it between his lips, moves closer to the woman, embraces her again, sticks his mouth against hers and slips the wisp of straw between their lips. The horse crosses the river, its breast hits the islands of sand, it trots in the little streams of the beach, on its hooves slide grass snakes and vipers pushed by the current towards the river and tumbling down among the stones. Above the cliff, rolls a chariot of hay ; a jeep, some trucks appear, speeding on the edge of the crumbling cliff ; sand, stones, tufts of ragged thistles slide along the slope, towards the still horse. Two soldiers jump out of the jeep. Two children are playing on top of the chariot, in the hay. The soldiers haven't noticed them, they march towards the driver, talk to him for a few minutes, then beat him with their rifle butts. A soldier comes close to the hay, takes out a box from his battledress, throws a burning match in the hay, setting it ablaze at once ; the flame makes a hole in the hay, shoots out at the top, surrounds and seizes the children, then engulfs the hay ; the driver, beaten to death, lies under his mule. The soldiers jump back into the jeep, the convoy starts off and disappears in the vale. The horse watches the chariot burning, the mule neighs, shakes its reins. The horse, all quivering in the evening air, lowers its head, buries its nostrils in the tepid sand. Fire runs along the shafts, the reins, the mule lifts its foreleg, shakes its head, its tail catches fire, the mule's cries draw some peasants hiding in the vale's bramble bushes, they come closer, see the pile of ashes amongst which a trail of grease is fuming ; the mule pulls, the charred shafts and reins fall to bits ; the mule, most of its hide burnt, collapses, mouth wide open, body covered with pustules and long trickles of grease squirt out and run on its scorched coat ; under it, a charred body, shrouded again and engulfed by the flame. The peasants look away, one of them staggers, runs to lie down on the slope. The horse, its nostrils blowing on the sand, a wet shudder runs throughout its body ; the smell of smoke makes it move back towards the river, there it gulps down, slowly, eyes half-closed. Behind it, against the cliff, a tree is trembling under the breeze, the horse's flanks quiver, greenflies sparkle between its hooves. The smoke from the blaze melts into darkness, a smell of burnt flesh comes down over the water, the horse dives again in the river, crosses it. On the bank, two old women and ragged children, are searching the rubbish piles, feet in the multicoloured slush, legs covered with flies and maggots, they pull bits of bread softened by moisture, shreds of raw meat, lift them to their teeth, a little girl devours a piece of blue meat, holding the bone with both hands against her breast, dogs are on the prowl ; a little cat clings to the girl's tatters, hangs by its fangs from the bone, and lays its claws on the child's lips ; a boy grabs an old rake, hooks the cat, makes it fall on the ground and gouges out its eyes, he strikes the cat, cuts its head off, blood blends with the mud, the little girl continues tearing the meat, her hair filled with blood ; the dogs growl, one of them steals between an old woman's legs, under her rags and snatches the ball of wet bread she was kneading in her hand ; a rat appears out of the sludge, squelches through the vomit, dives again under the liquid sheet uttering a small cry, sharp and wild. The horse escapes under the trees, brushes the damp bark, huge birds fly off towards the last rays of light ; from the shaken boughs, falls the dust of the day. The children bustle around on the heap of rubbish, their bodies dripping wet, covered with insect bites, some are naked, tatters hanging from the shoulder. Slugs, maggots are writhing in the hollows of their thighs. Two of them are fighting, in the sludge, one clutches the other's throat in his hand dripping with vomit, the other grabs a fragment of smashed bottle and claws his belly and back, blood spurts and runs through the filth and vomit down the child's legs, his hands grip more tightly, the strangled child cries, his cheeks swell, his hands let go of the glass fragment, it falls in the glowing slime, the other boy's teeth shine between his black lips, his cock hardens against the strangled child's thigh, the horse rolls in the sand, gets up again, trots under the eucalypti, rubs its breast against the trunks, enters the city, comes back to wander along the street where its rider fell, turns around the ravaged and bloody sand, a grass snake coiled up in the sand, springs between the horse's hooves, slips and disappears at the bottom of a wall ; in front of the brothel's door, a jeep is stopped, moonlight falls on the battered bonnet, ripples on the vibrating hood ; the brothel's windows are shut. Only a basement window, at the foot of the wall, is lit. The horse comes up to the jeep, its nostrils brush the metal, breathe the nauseating darkness of the seats and greasy rags, sink in a heap of bloody fabrics and tepid ashes. Inside the smoky cellar, the drunken soldiers throw themselves on the women, knock them down underneath them in the coal. In the cellar's entrance, stands a young boy smoking a cigarette between his slit lips, he takes the money from the soldiers' hands. The coal dust rises towards the window and falls on the street. When a woman has been well fucked and passes out, the young boy comes along, grabs her feet, pushes away the soldier sprawled on the unconscious body, separates his sexual organs from the woman's and drags the woman on the coal nuts, as far as the door, at the bottom of the stairs ; the soldier, his cock dragging on the coal, moans, crawls, mouth wide open, chin dripping with black slaver, arm raised towards the door, his fingers catching the young boy's bare legs. In a corner of the cellar, two soldiers with fevered faces, are driving a coal nut into a woman's cunt, one of them arousing her by harsh caresses all over the body, the other holding her knees in position with one hand ; then they set her pubic hair on fire. The woman screams, showing the white of her eyes, belly streaming with sweat. The young boy steps forward and, still smiling imperceptibly~: +The soldier's head rolls over the heavy and shady breasts, warm grass smelling of milk, the woman tilts her head backwards, the soldier's hands move up along the woman's belly, towards the breasts, follow the line of the ribs, sink between them, the woman moans, her breath caresses the soldier's temple and the tip of his ear. The soldier continues sucking, nibbles, slobbers, the woman draws her hand back to her breast, and supports it, the tears, the soldier's dribble, run on her fingers. In the street a galloping horse comes to a stop, rears up, whinnies, throws off its rider, a young man in tatters, who falls, arms stretched out sideways, flat on his belly, in the sand. Children come out of the cellars and run towards the injured man. The horse, girths sliding from its breast shoots forward through the suburbs, breaks past the gates, then slowing down, treads the sand under the eucalypti, the trampled sand, sees the river, feels the water, shakes its mane. Dogs run, muzzle low, jump under the trees, turn around the trunks, clutch to the bark, snap up the small birds falling from the boughs. The horse stops by the water, blows on the water still and black, the horse's breath whitens the surface and stirs it. The woman, now knocked over the tiled floor, moans, her breath chases the shiny dust from the interstices, her cheek covered with sweat, stuck to the tiling ; the soldier shakes his loins. Around his cock, the battledress, opened, crumpled, black with sperm and sweat. His shoes scrape the tiling, hit, bruising them, the woman's toes. The soldier, his gluey hands going from the woman's temples to her cunt, gasps for breath, moves backwards, roars. The dogs howl, tear off scraps of flesh from the rubbish heaps fuming along the shore ; old cans pulled from the slush, glitter, tinkle under their fangs. The soldier, with his fingers, with his nails, spreads the woman's cunt open. The woman's head rolls on the tiled floor. The soldier, lifted on his belly, claws the cunt, the neck of the woman. The children sweep down on the injured man ; lips split over the sand, eyes closed, mouth filled with blood, he's still breathing, a child squats down, lays his finger on a vein beating at the injured man's neck, pinches it with his other finger, the injured man jumps. A soldier, from a room window, a soldier half-naked, out all moist from a whore's arms, has seen the rider fall~: he goes to the far end of the room, brushes the straw mattress where the woman lying on her back, legs spread, arms under the head, watches him walk and smiles when he brushes the bed again, his rifle in hand this time, the soldier moves the barrel close to the woman's belly, makes it slide, shiny and cold, between the thighs, the woman stretches herself, wriggles, laughs softly, pushes away the gun slowly with her hand, her hot fingers on the barrel, leave marks. The soldier moves towards the window, half-opens it, raises the blind, sees the group of children and the injured rider, aims his weapon, pulls the bolt, presses the trigger, children and rider jump in the lifted sand and fall back in a heap, without a shout, doors slam shut, the soldier withdraws his finger, puts an end to the burst of gunfire, looks back, rifle fuming against his hip ; the room is filled with a heavy smell of powder and straw, the woman is trembling against the wall, the soldier walks to the bed, looks at the filthy mattress, bashed in by men's knees and by their fists, slides his finger through a hole in the bed, and pulls a wisp of straw, sticks it between his lips, moves closer to the woman, embraces her again, sticks his mouth against hers and slips the wisp of straw between their lips. The horse crosses the river, its breast hits the islands of sand, it trots in the little streams of the beach, on its hooves slide grass snakes and vipers pushed by the current towards the river and tumbling down among the stones. Above the cliff, rolls a chariot of hay ; a jeep, some trucks appear, speeding on the edge of the crumbling cliff ; sand, stones, tufts of ragged thistles slide along the slope, towards the still horse. Two soldiers jump out of the jeep. Two children are playing on top of the chariot, in the hay. The soldiers haven't noticed them, they march towards the driver, talk to him for a few minutes, then beat him with their rifle butts. A soldier comes close to the hay, takes out a box from his battledress, throws a burning match in the hay, setting it ablaze at once ; the flame makes a hole in the hay, shoots out at the top, surrounds and seizes the children, then engulfs the hay ; the driver, beaten to death, lies under his mule. The soldiers jump back into the jeep, the convoy starts off and disappears in the vale. The horse watches the chariot burning, the mule neighs, shakes its reins. The horse, all quivering in the evening air, lowers its head, buries its nostrils in the tepid sand. Fire runs along the shafts, the reins, the mule lifts its foreleg, shakes its head, its tail catches fire, the mule's cries draw some peasants hiding in the vale's bramble bushes, they come closer, see the pile of ashes amongst which a trail of grease is fuming ; the mule pulls, the charred shafts and reins fall to bits ; the mule, most of its hide burnt, collapses, mouth wide open, body covered with pustules and long trickles of grease squirt out and run on its scorched coat ; under it, a charred body, shrouded again and engulfed by the flame. The peasants look away, one of them staggers, runs to lie down on the slope. The horse, its nostrils blowing on the sand, a wet shudder runs throughout its body ; the smell of smoke makes it move back towards the river, there it gulps down, slowly, eyes half-closed. Behind it, against the cliff, a tree is trembling under the breeze, the horse's flanks quiver, greenflies sparkle between its hooves. The smoke from the blaze melts into darkness, a smell of burnt flesh comes down over the water, the horse dives again in the river, crosses it. On the bank, two old women and ragged children, are searching the rubbish piles, feet in the multicoloured slush, legs covered with flies and maggots, they pull bits of bread softened by moisture, shreds of raw meat, lift them to their teeth, a little girl devours a piece of blue meat, holding the bone with both hands against her breast, dogs are on the prowl ; a little cat clings to the girl's tatters, hangs by its fangs from the bone, and lays its claws on the child's lips ; a boy grabs an old rake, hooks the cat, makes it fall on the ground and gouges out its eyes, he strikes the cat, cuts its head off, blood blends with the mud, the little girl continues tearing the meat, her hair filled with blood ; the dogs growl, one of them steals between an old woman's legs, under her rags and snatches the ball of wet bread she was kneading in her hand ; a rat appears out of the sludge, squelches through the vomit, dives again under the liquid sheet uttering a small cry, sharp and wild. The horse escapes under the trees, brushes the damp bark, huge birds fly off towards the last rays of light ; from the shaken boughs, falls the dust of the day. The children bustle around on the heap of rubbish, their bodies dripping wet, covered with insect bites, some are naked, tatters hanging from the shoulder. Slugs, maggots are writhing in the hollows of their thighs. Two of them are fighting, in the sludge, one clutches the other's throat in his hand dripping with vomit, the other grabs a fragment of smashed bottle and claws his belly and back, blood spurts and runs through the filth and vomit down the child's legs, his hands grip more tightly, the strangled child cries, his cheeks swell, his hands let go of the glass fragment, it falls in the glowing slime, the other boy's teeth shine between his black lips, his cock hardens against the strangled child's thigh, the horse rolls in the sand, gets up again, trots under the eucalypti, rubs its breast against the trunks, enters the city, comes back to wander along the street where its rider fell, turns around the ravaged and bloody sand, a grass snake coiled up in the sand, springs between the horse's hooves, slips and disappears at the bottom of a wall ; in front of the brothel's door, a jeep is stopped, moonlight falls on the battered bonnet, ripples on the vibrating hood ; the brothel's windows are shut. Only a basement window, at the foot of the wall, is lit. The horse comes up to the jeep, its nostrils brush the metal, breathe the nauseating darkness of the seats and greasy rags, sink in a heap of bloody fabrics and tepid ashes. Inside the smoky cellar, the drunken soldiers throw themselves on the women, knock them down underneath them in the coal. In the cellar's entrance, stands a young boy smoking a cigarette between his slit lips, he takes the money from the soldiers' hands. The coal dust rises towards the window and falls on the street. When a woman has been well fucked and passes out, the young boy comes along, grabs her feet, pushes away the soldier sprawled on the unconscious body, separates his sexual organs from the woman's and drags the woman on the coal nuts, as far as the door, at the bottom of the stairs ; the soldier, his cock dragging on the coal, moans, crawls, mouth wide open, chin dripping with black slaver, arm raised towards the door, his fingers catching the young boy's bare legs. In a corner of the cellar, two soldiers with fevered faces, are driving a coal nut into a woman's cunt, one of them arousing her by harsh caresses all over the body, the other holding her knees in position with one hand ; then they set her pubic hair on fire. The woman screams, showing the white of her eyes, belly streaming with sweat. The young boy steps forward and, still smiling imperceptibly~: --- Twice the price of the lay for the damage. And, squatting down, he blows between the woman's thighs, puts out the little fire, passes his hand on the half-charred fleece, gets up again, takes back his stand at the cellar entrance. -At dawn a jeep drives by with a trailer, among the eucalypti, stops in front of the rubbish pile, three soldiers jumps off the jeep, uncoupling the trailer. On the quivering pile, vibrating already under the crude light of the sun, two bodies : the two children who fought during the night, one of them strangled, the other his body slashed, the wounds black, covered with shiny flies. The soldiers turn livid, lower their gaze, look at each other, hesitate, their throat throbbing ; then they overturn the trailer, the fetid sludge, pink and green, spills on the two corpses washed by dawn. The soldiers spit, they chase away the flies with their hands. At noon, a jeep (and a trailer) drives on the sand, enters the water. Children are bathing below. The soldiers climb on the trailer containing two casks of turds and tip them over the water. +At dawn a jeep drives by with a trailer, among the eucalypti, stops in front of the rubbish pile, three soldiers jumps off the jeep, uncoupling the trailer. On the quivering pile, vibrating already under the crude light of the sun, two bodies~: the two children who fought during the night, one of them strangled, the other his body slashed, the wounds black, covered with shiny flies. The soldiers turn livid, lower their gaze, look at each other, hesitate, their throat throbbing ; then they overturn the trailer, the fetid sludge, pink and green, spills on the two corpses washed by dawn. The soldiers spit, they chase away the flies with their hands. At noon, a jeep (and a trailer) drives on the sand, enters the water. Children are bathing below. The soldiers climb on the trailer containing two casks of turds and tip them over the water. --- Stop, they're some kids bathing. @@ -1743,7 +1743,7 @@ The young boy claps his hands, the women awaken, get up, crowd in front of the d The women, standing on tiptoe, offer their face, their breasts, to the trickle of lukewarm water coming out of the dusty pipe. The boy closes the tap, with a brusque flick of the wrist, the women hold out their hands towards the pipe, crane their neck, mouth open ; the boy lifts his leg, sits on the tap, squeezes it between his thighs and staring at the women, strokes it, half-opens it, closes it, opens it again, kneads it with both his hands, opens it fully, the water falls on the women's lips, on their shoulders, the women shake their hair, small bits of coal slide, fall and dissolve on the planks ; several women, their lips are bleeding, other ones, the soldiers bit their cunts and breasts. -There is, at the upper end of the street, a permanent fair where the rebels hide, in the merry-go-rounds, in the stalls ; lower down, a fish market. Between two merry-go-rounds, next to a deserted garden, a shed made of planks, sheet metal, and hides ; inside, a butcher's stall --- the wood still bears red graining --- where a girl is bound, naked except for a kind of faded loincloth between the thighs : hanging above the girl, a placard~: +There is, at the upper end of the street, a permanent fair where the rebels hide, in the merry-go-rounds, in the stalls ; lower down, a fish market. Between two merry-go-rounds, next to a deserted garden, a shed made of planks, sheet metal, and hides ; inside, a butcher's stall --- the wood still bears red graining --- where a girl is bound, naked except for a kind of faded loincloth between the thighs~: hanging above the girl, a placard~: --- She has two cunts. @@ -1775,7 +1775,7 @@ The cardinal goes to the window, sees the market gardeners, and the dairymen lea --- Leave this child alone, do not judge him, lust consumes this world, from top to bottom. -Then he passes by and the child looks down, the cardinal chokes, suffocates : that smell of blood, of sweat, of soap, of night saliva. He goes out, pulls his soutane's flaps over him, walks through the orange trees with their scent of tepid blood, passes the gate, enters inside the sun ; he hears a joyful brass band in the upper part of the city, his comrades are carrying to the grave a young slaughtered soldier three nights ago ; as the procession gets nearer to the sky, the band plays faster, it comes out of the trees and resounds in the blue, a trickle of blood falls from the coffin, the bearers' arms harden, the dead man's blood, projected by the jolts of the march, spurts out on the lower part of the battledress, the dead man's face is uncovered and his whole body wrapped in bandages to stop the blood ; that face, those limbs so frail, so cold, that mother of pearl, the sun would smash them, would burn them with one single breeze. They walk up, the passing shadows of birds and branches flow like water on the dead man's face and make him smile, the soldiers, dazzled, see lamps in the blue of the sky, the rivers of blue flow through the sky, like blood, the tops of the trees are burning, the horizon crumbles, with the noise of a drum. +Then he passes by and the child looks down, the cardinal chokes, suffocates~: that smell of blood, of sweat, of soap, of night saliva. He goes out, pulls his soutane's flaps over him, walks through the orange trees with their scent of tepid blood, passes the gate, enters inside the sun ; he hears a joyful brass band in the upper part of the city, his comrades are carrying to the grave a young slaughtered soldier three nights ago ; as the procession gets nearer to the sky, the band plays faster, it comes out of the trees and resounds in the blue, a trickle of blood falls from the coffin, the bearers' arms harden, the dead man's blood, projected by the jolts of the march, spurts out on the lower part of the battledress, the dead man's face is uncovered and his whole body wrapped in bandages to stop the blood ; that face, those limbs so frail, so cold, that mother of pearl, the sun would smash them, would burn them with one single breeze. They walk up, the passing shadows of birds and branches flow like water on the dead man's face and make him smile, the soldiers, dazzled, see lamps in the blue of the sky, the rivers of blue flow through the sky, like blood, the tops of the trees are burning, the horizon crumbles, with the noise of a drum. The cardinal, moved to tears by the band, stretches his limbs beneath the veils, toddles along. @@ -1823,7 +1823,7 @@ And he remembers the dress and the hips caught inside the tight and severe cloth --- I shall go alone. -He sets foot inside the sun, he moves forward, the sun rises along his legs, his hips, his chest, up to his skull ; in the upper part of town, muffled brass bands ; in the lower part, smokes, cries of children and dogs. The cardinal walks up towards the cathedral : it appears, all white, bougainvillea red, black with the sun. The cardinal drags himself up the steps, leans on the porch, passes along the nave, his hand scraping the stone, hurts itself with the glittering potsherds, mutters childish words, prays aloud, pushes the sacristy door : an old man, with wild eyes, a running nose, welcomes him in his arms~: +He sets foot inside the sun, he moves forward, the sun rises along his legs, his hips, his chest, up to his skull ; in the upper part of town, muffled brass bands ; in the lower part, smokes, cries of children and dogs. The cardinal walks up towards the cathedral~: it appears, all white, bougainvillea red, black with the sun. The cardinal drags himself up the steps, leans on the porch, passes along the nave, his hand scraping the stone, hurts itself with the glittering potsherds, mutters childish words, prays aloud, pushes the sacristy door~: an old man, with wild eyes, a running nose, welcomes him in his arms~: --- Your Eminence, all alone, all alone~! a result of God's grace. A result of God's grace. @@ -1839,13 +1839,13 @@ And the cardinal bends down, out of breath, over the sideboard covered with line --- Oh, the sister ironed your surplice so well ; better than mine, I don't know why, she must have a grudge against me. Oh, that immaculate white over your tanned neck. How were things at the big dam~? Did you play the tracking games~? The children behaved well~? I hear you had handsome soldiers to protect you. -The procession takes shape, it stops before entering the nave. The organ trembles. The little castrati, on the right of the altar, hold their breath. The procession moves towards the altar. Gloria in excelsis Deo. The little castrato with the rose, is singing, his eyes fill with tears, the cardinal bends his head, and turns it, lightly, over the ciborium ; he sees the child's legs, his quivering throat, the slaver shining at the corner of the lips. The child, his clothes are trembling, sings alone through the silence. And the bird flies out of the confessional ; shoots forward between the whitewashed walls, bumps into the pink columns, the statues ; the flutter of its wings flattens the flames of the candles, on the altar ; the child remains motionless ; the cardinal bends his head\ldots\ with the scent of wine rising from the small table, blends all of a sudden a smell of feather, of nest and of blood. The cardinal looks down, between the child's thighs, a stain blackens the cloth of the shorts, grows larger : a trickle of blood runs down the leg, to the knee. The bird passes over the child, brushes his hair, turns around his hips, drawn by the blood. The child sings louder, blood runs more violently. Then the choir intertwines and the child falls down in a faint, leg streaming. The black young man makes a rush, takes the child in his arms and carries him to the sacristy, lays him on a bench in front of the garden door, he comes back to the nave's door, closes it, looks through the keyhole, goes back to the child, bends over him, places his hand on the child's shoulder, drives it under the armpit, in the sweat, brings it back to the chest, he bends over, sets his lips on the child's cheek, on his lips and the hand crawls over the chilled belly, on the canvas soaked by blood. The young man stands up straight again, stares at his hand, moves towards the door, goes down into the garden, crouches, buries his moist hand in the sand, comes back to the sacristy, puts his hand in the washbasin, opens the tap ; the child comes back to life, his knees are trembling, the dried blood falls in a powder on the bench. In the doorway one can see a dog pass, whiter than the garden. +The procession takes shape, it stops before entering the nave. The organ trembles. The little castrati, on the right of the altar, hold their breath. The procession moves towards the altar. Gloria in excelsis Deo. The little castrato with the rose, is singing, his eyes fill with tears, the cardinal bends his head, and turns it, lightly, over the ciborium ; he sees the child's legs, his quivering throat, the slaver shining at the corner of the lips. The child, his clothes are trembling, sings alone through the silence. And the bird flies out of the confessional ; shoots forward between the whitewashed walls, bumps into the pink columns, the statues ; the flutter of its wings flattens the flames of the candles, on the altar ; the child remains motionless ; the cardinal bends his head\ldots\ with the scent of wine rising from the small table, blends all of a sudden a smell of feather, of nest and of blood. The cardinal looks down, between the child's thighs, a stain blackens the cloth of the shorts, grows larger~: a trickle of blood runs down the leg, to the knee. The bird passes over the child, brushes his hair, turns around his hips, drawn by the blood. The child sings louder, blood runs more violently. Then the choir intertwines and the child falls down in a faint, leg streaming. The black young man makes a rush, takes the child in his arms and carries him to the sacristy, lays him on a bench in front of the garden door, he comes back to the nave's door, closes it, looks through the keyhole, goes back to the child, bends over him, places his hand on the child's shoulder, drives it under the armpit, in the sweat, brings it back to the chest, he bends over, sets his lips on the child's cheek, on his lips and the hand crawls over the chilled belly, on the canvas soaked by blood. The young man stands up straight again, stares at his hand, moves towards the door, goes down into the garden, crouches, buries his moist hand in the sand, comes back to the sacristy, puts his hand in the washbasin, opens the tap ; the child comes back to life, his knees are trembling, the dried blood falls in a powder on the bench. In the doorway one can see a dog pass, whiter than the garden. -The children maimed during the slaughters are kept in hospitals ; those whose penis only was chopped off, the pimps sell them to the deacons, the cardinal receives money from the governor to buy those children back and feed them. Very soon, the pimps start paying assassins : they creep in the streets, by night, in the country tracks, by day, capture children, mutilate them in the sand, in the mud. Towards the end of the war, slaughters becoming rare, most of the cardinal's castrati had to do with these murderers. Mutilation is better performed so. +The children maimed during the slaughters are kept in hospitals ; those whose penis only was chopped off, the pimps sell them to the deacons, the cardinal receives money from the governor to buy those children back and feed them. Very soon, the pimps start paying assassins~: they creep in the streets, by night, in the country tracks, by day, capture children, mutilate them in the sand, in the mud. Towards the end of the war, slaughters becoming rare, most of the cardinal's castrati had to do with these murderers. Mutilation is better performed so. Thus, Kment, one night --- in Iguider valley, rebels and soldiers fight with their knives, under the moon, along the Iguider river --- two men are chasing him since nightfall ; he leaps over the sand, his tatters get caught in the brambles. Below, knives are chinking ; his heart throbs, the men's breath in his back. Eagles, very high, on the smoky moon, they sweep down silently on the fight. Kment dives into a deserted barn, rolls in the hay, his bare thigh hits a scythe in the dust, Kment grabs it ; the two men leap next to him, Kment waves the scythe above his head, the men cling to his hips, dust rising from the floor brings light in the darkness ; the scythe slips on the men's backs, tears their shirt away ; one man catches hold of Kment's cock, through the cloth, pulls, Kment howls, waves the scythe and plunges it into the man's throat ; he staggers, his tall body soaked with cold: sweat turns around Kment and collapses in the hay. The other man has caught, with both hands, the boy's leg, Kment slips and falls, the man strikes his forehead and belly, snatches the scythe. Kment, crouching, hands to his belly, dives, quick, in the man's legs, throws him down. In the valley, soldiers and rebels are running along the river ; a fighter plane is wheeling above them ; the soldiers break away from the rebels, the plane nosedives on the rebels and machine-guns them ; inside the plane, the pilot and the gunner shiver and yell, laugh, powder intoxicates them ; a bit of foam and snot shines over the gunner's lip, a bit of soap on his right cheek ; a small ice cream sticks out from the battledress chest pocket, it weighs on the nipple, he bends his back slightly and raises his shoulder, but the ice cream seems stuck to the nipple, as if by blood, through the cloth. -Kment strikes the man's face with the scythe, blood spurts, shades the face gradually, like a net. Kment throws the scythe, flees, rolls on the path, hands to his belly. On the plane's cabin the burning cases chink, they sizzle on the steam. Birds cry in the black peaks, excited, panic-stricken by the battle ; the plane nosedives, machine-guns, flies up again into the night, brushes the trees, dives towards the cliff, machine-gunned soldiers and rebels fall on the pebbles, along the river. Kment crawls on the sand ; the plane passes over him, long vibrating stone, Kment enters the sand, half-buries himself, like a crab and, the plane vanishing, the stone extinguished in the night, he brings back the sand against his cheek like a face, by the neck. Soldiers and rebels leaning over the pebbles, tremble, rattle, blood withdraws from their lips : fish jump in the rapids, insects, coiled around a couple of reeds, loosen the grip of their legs, and, belly covered with grub, escape in the warm night, the loosened reeds vibrate ; in the marshy water, bullets and dead toads roll, smeared with rust. There descends the ultimate, bloody, pink saliva of the dying soldiers. The plane comes back, nosedives, machine-guns again, bullets jump, patter on the pebbles, reap the reeds. The gunner's hands are black, he vomits suddenly on the butt of the machine-gun, lets his forehead, his temples lean against the fuming metal, he shivers, closes with gluey fingers the collar of his battledress. The pilot looks back : on his mica spectacles, leather and copper-rimmed, a crust made by the bodies of hacked insects, a crust already dried, from which stick out, here and there, trembling, a leg, a feeler, a wing~: +Kment strikes the man's face with the scythe, blood spurts, shades the face gradually, like a net. Kment throws the scythe, flees, rolls on the path, hands to his belly. On the plane's cabin the burning cases chink, they sizzle on the steam. Birds cry in the black peaks, excited, panic-stricken by the battle ; the plane nosedives, machine-guns, flies up again into the night, brushes the trees, dives towards the cliff, machine-gunned soldiers and rebels fall on the pebbles, along the river. Kment crawls on the sand ; the plane passes over him, long vibrating stone, Kment enters the sand, half-buries himself, like a crab and, the plane vanishing, the stone extinguished in the night, he brings back the sand against his cheek like a face, by the neck. Soldiers and rebels leaning over the pebbles, tremble, rattle, blood withdraws from their lips~: fish jump in the rapids, insects, coiled around a couple of reeds, loosen the grip of their legs, and, belly covered with grub, escape in the warm night, the loosened reeds vibrate ; in the marshy water, bullets and dead toads roll, smeared with rust. There descends the ultimate, bloody, pink saliva of the dying soldiers. The plane comes back, nosedives, machine-guns again, bullets jump, patter on the pebbles, reap the reeds. The gunner's hands are black, he vomits suddenly on the butt of the machine-gun, lets his forehead, his temples lean against the fuming metal, he shivers, closes with gluey fingers the collar of his battledress. The pilot looks back~: on his mica spectacles, leather and copper-rimmed, a crust made by the bodies of hacked insects, a crust already dried, from which stick out, here and there, trembling, a leg, a feeler, a wing~: --- Machine-gun them, machine-gun them~! For Christ's sake, aim a bit better~! @@ -1859,9 +1859,9 @@ Kment falls over on his back and goes to sleep. The little castrati, woken up by Illiten captured, Inamenas breathes with relief. A truce is agreed on, the crowd crushes at the gates of factories, workshops, farms, the crowd works twenty days, morals become strict. The rebels, hunted down, denounced assemble inside a grotto, precisely where, a hundred years earlier, their ancestors decided to resist the invader, where they died, ten years later, smoked out, abandoned by the people, divided. An underground passage dug under the mountain, leads to a large cave, with openings looking on to the sea ; the wounded, head and belly bandaged, are lying on camp beds stolen from the occupying forces ; young women in battledress look after them ; others serve them and bend over them at night so that they can touch their breasts ; convalescents may embrace them and take them on a straw mattress set at the bottom of a hole, in the lower part of the cave, near a small canal where soldiers throw fishbones and eucalyptus rinds after chewing them, and which disappears into the cliff until it reaches the open air. During the truce, chiefs informed of the weariness of negotiators in the mother country, start making plans for an entry into the cities. Sometimes they quarrel violently, they then walk to the openings, contemplate the slack sea, boundless flesh, melting with sparks under the sun, seagulls gently slide along the cliff, brush the tufts of alfalfa grass, fall nonchalantly on the sand, bathers now and then walk across the beach, rebels watch them through binoculars. Then, they go back to their cards, take one another's hand above the game, there are three of them ; around the wrist, the mark of hanging ; on the youngest's throat, a long scar that scintillates when he moves his head~: ---- We must be seen most of the time well dressed, well armed, limit our action to usual executions : tarts, informers, rich people, their children ; but, above all, in some less accessible areas of the island, begin to rule, to build, to teach, to impose ourselves naturally as the local representatives, the forerunners of a revolutionary government marching against the capital. In the mother country, our friends will obtain Illiten's pardon. +--- We must be seen most of the time well dressed, well armed, limit our action to usual executions~: tarts, informers, rich people, their children ; but, above all, in some less accessible areas of the island, begin to rule, to build, to teach, to impose ourselves naturally as the local representatives, the forerunners of a revolutionary government marching against the capital. In the mother country, our friends will obtain Illiten's pardon. ---- The soldier who gave up to us the Tirmitine post, committed suicide, yesterday evening, during platoon rest : two bullets in the mouth : he was a good shot and a good radio operator. +--- The soldier who gave up to us the Tirmitine post, committed suicide, yesterday evening, during platoon rest~: two bullets in the mouth~: he was a good shot and a good radio operator. --- I remember his tears when one of our soldiers was killing a stork. @@ -1873,7 +1873,7 @@ Illiten captured, Inamenas breathes with relief. A truce is agreed on, the crowd --- We'll force them back across the sea. Beyond, who cares about their fate. -He speaks, barefaced, throat uncovered, arms folded low on his belly, his voice suddenly tears like a leaf, saturated with heat and water, his foot trembles on the rock : +He speaks, barefaced, throat uncovered, arms folded low on his belly, his voice suddenly tears like a leaf, saturated with heat and water, his foot trembles on the rock~: --- You B\'eja\ldots @@ -1881,7 +1881,7 @@ He speaks, barefaced, throat uncovered, arms folded low on his belly, his voice --- Let's step outside. -In the far end of the cave, a soldier groans, pulls off his bandages, turns over in his bed, pushes with his back, the bed collapses, the soldier rolls over the rock, he screams like a rat, a shrill scream ; a young woman dashes forward, bends over, lifts the soldier by the shoulders, but the soldier, eyes shut, draws her to him, knocks her down over him, hugs her, his body's open wounds stick to the woman's battledress, his livid, almost icy lips, bite the woman's mouth, then break away, frozen : the grip of arms and knees relaxes ; the man's head rolls on the rock, a trickle of pink saliva spurts out at the corner of the lips. The woman gets up, leaning on her wrists ; her bloody, crumpled battledress works loose from the dead man's wounds, throwing red sparks. +In the far end of the cave, a soldier groans, pulls off his bandages, turns over in his bed, pushes with his back, the bed collapses, the soldier rolls over the rock, he screams like a rat, a shrill scream ; a young woman dashes forward, bends over, lifts the soldier by the shoulders, but the soldier, eyes shut, draws her to him, knocks her down over him, hugs her, his body's open wounds stick to the woman's battledress, his livid, almost icy lips, bite the woman's mouth, then break away, frozen~: the grip of arms and knees relaxes ; the man's head rolls on the rock, a trickle of pink saliva spurts out at the corner of the lips. The woman gets up, leaning on her wrists ; her bloody, crumpled battledress works loose from the dead man's wounds, throwing red sparks. B\'eja, alone, at the cave's entrance, standing on a granite slab, looks back inside, sees the dead soldier and the squatting woman, shuts his eyes, throws away the cigarette he was holding in his fingers, wipes his lips with the palm of his hand~: @@ -1893,7 +1893,7 @@ He lays his hand on the sentry's shoulder, he gazes at the rocks, the wet plain, He lets his arm lie on the sentry's shoulders~: ---- You see Inamenas on the horizon, the water towers~? That's where the revolution began ; I was with Illiten, we killed the guard, a traitor : he's sitting at his table, under the lamp ; I fly at him, I snatch the pistol from his hands, Illiten attacks the man, knocks the table over, catches the man by the shoulders, I hold the man by his waist, Illiten draws his knife, drives it into the man's shoulder, I feel his belly's muscles contract under my fingers, blood spurts out, runs on my arm, the man screams, tilts abruptly his head backwards, it hits my chin. Illiten pushes him against the glass door, the man collapses in front of the door, among the fragments of glass, I dash forward, I lift him by the shoulders, and push him forward into the arms of Illiten who strikes his knee with the knife, the man stumbles, twisting his leg. We laid him on the floor, Illiten holds him there, I grab the paraffin lamp, Illiten opens the man's mouth with both hands, I tilt the lamp over it, the light shows the red, quivering palate, where saliva spouts up and blood rises between the teeth, in one go I pour flame and burning paraffin oil, the man utters a long scream, groans, weeps, tears run on his charred face, a red smoke comes out of his mouth, his lips crumple, with the gasping breath, like charred paper. The dissipated smoke lays bare the ash-covered palate, at the bottom of which stirs a bit of shrivelled tongue, Illiten gets up again, his hands are trembling, he grabs the lamp and smashes it on the man's face~: +--- You see Inamenas on the horizon, the water towers~? That's where the revolution began ; I was with Illiten, we killed the guard, a traitor~: he's sitting at his table, under the lamp ; I fly at him, I snatch the pistol from his hands, Illiten attacks the man, knocks the table over, catches the man by the shoulders, I hold the man by his waist, Illiten draws his knife, drives it into the man's shoulder, I feel his belly's muscles contract under my fingers, blood spurts out, runs on my arm, the man screams, tilts abruptly his head backwards, it hits my chin. Illiten pushes him against the glass door, the man collapses in front of the door, among the fragments of glass, I dash forward, I lift him by the shoulders, and push him forward into the arms of Illiten who strikes his knee with the knife, the man stumbles, twisting his leg. We laid him on the floor, Illiten holds him there, I grab the paraffin lamp, Illiten opens the man's mouth with both hands, I tilt the lamp over it, the light shows the red, quivering palate, where saliva spouts up and blood rises between the teeth, in one go I pour flame and burning paraffin oil, the man utters a long scream, groans, weeps, tears run on his charred face, a red smoke comes out of his mouth, his lips crumple, with the gasping breath, like charred paper. The dissipated smoke lays bare the ash-covered palate, at the bottom of which stirs a bit of shrivelled tongue, Illiten gets up again, his hands are trembling, he grabs the lamp and smashes it on the man's face~: --- He's dead, let's flee. @@ -1919,7 +1919,7 @@ The sentry stares at the sky, then at the rocks~: --- I don't see it any more. Go back inside, get yourself replaced. It's such a scorching sun. -The sentry salutes : a small flock of sheep comes out of the cave, the sentry, holding his gun with both hands, pushes them back with the butt, the sheep trample the rock, shake their head ; the sentry strikes, the rifle's sling gets caught in the rams' horns~: +The sentry salutes~: a small flock of sheep comes out of the cave, the sentry, holding his gun with both hands, pushes them back with the butt, the sheep trample the rock, shake their head ; the sentry strikes, the rifle's sling gets caught in the rams' horns~: --- Hit them harder, like you used to do. @@ -1927,7 +1927,7 @@ The sentry salutes : a small flock of sheep comes out of the cave, the sentry, h --- Because we've become impure. -The sentry pushes the sheep in the cave, towards the far end : those among the wounded who have grown fond of some lambs, go to stroke them, the lambs escape and crowd against their mother's belly ; the soldiers go back to sit on their camp bed ; the sheep are trembling. B\'eja leans over the dead man, kneels against his hip, the woman is crouching in front of the sheep, hands crossed on his bloody battledress. B\'eja waves his hand, two soldiers in arms step forward~: +The sentry pushes the sheep in the cave, towards the far end~: those among the wounded who have grown fond of some lambs, go to stroke them, the lambs escape and crowd against their mother's belly ; the soldiers go back to sit on their camp bed ; the sheep are trembling. B\'eja leans over the dead man, kneels against his hip, the woman is crouching in front of the sheep, hands crossed on his bloody battledress. B\'eja waves his hand, two soldiers in arms step forward~: --- Take Koba and carry him to the little cemetery. Be careful, the slope is slippery because of the mist. @@ -1939,19 +1939,19 @@ The two soldiers lift Koba, the blood that was drying in the folds of the battle B\'eja, in daytime, never touches the woman ; at night only he crawls towards the straw mattress where she sleeps, legs open, face on fire ; she feels the cartridge belts and the dagger's scabbard roll on her hip, B\'eja's burning breath on her uncovered chest, hands smeared with mud and rifle grease grip her hair on the temple, the long lithe and heavy body move up like an animal shadow on her body and cover it ; she sees through the cliff holes the starlit sky where stars flow from one to another, far above the sea, she listens to the fall of birds and stones along the cliff, to the distant noise of wet sand crumbling beneath the beach, into the puddles where little solitary fish get caught. The sheep start moving when her knee scrapes the rock between the woman's thighs, he has pulled her from the mattress, their salivas mingle and scintillate ; for a moment the cold of the buttons on her cunt, then the warmth and the nails of the soldier in her shoulders ; a look towards the cave's entrance ; the soldier comes and goes under the moon, the battledress cloth stretched on the hip between the thighs with sharp pleats. -In the middle of the night, the delegates come out of the cave, descend towards the plain. Soldiers rebels against the State are awaiting them in the Thilissi gorge. Commanded by a captain, young, scarred face and throat, they are crouching behind a broom hedge, on the side of the road. Most of them are born in Inamenas, sons of settlers ; silent, they see, through the hard and sharp-pointed brooms, the rebels approaching without a noise, leaping, wearing blue and black espadrilles, on the soiled sand ; they see the knives beating on the hips, they squeeze the rifle butt under their armpit, their hands are shaking on the black magazine, the throat throbs, covered with cobwebs ; small mosquitoes slip on the chest, bump into the lips, get between the skin and the chin strap under the chin and on the cheeks, between the forehead and the helmet, get caught in the sweat at the root of the hair and inside the ear, vibrate in front of the eye, under the eyebrows ; little columns of smoke rise from the sand, like breaths of air ; the soldiers keep quiet, lying, a large streak of sweat in the back : through the black stems, from which eggs' ash and powder flow, the rapids where water leaps, white and shiny and the foam under the banks ; the feverish backward and forward motion of mosquitoes between the water and the brooms, above the road, casts shadows on sand and pebbles, the brooms' lit up tops are scintillating. +In the middle of the night, the delegates come out of the cave, descend towards the plain. Soldiers rebels against the State are awaiting them in the Thilissi gorge. Commanded by a captain, young, scarred face and throat, they are crouching behind a broom hedge, on the side of the road. Most of them are born in Inamenas, sons of settlers ; silent, they see, through the hard and sharp-pointed brooms, the rebels approaching without a noise, leaping, wearing blue and black espadrilles, on the soiled sand ; they see the knives beating on the hips, they squeeze the rifle butt under their armpit, their hands are shaking on the black magazine, the throat throbs, covered with cobwebs ; small mosquitoes slip on the chest, bump into the lips, get between the skin and the chin strap under the chin and on the cheeks, between the forehead and the helmet, get caught in the sweat at the root of the hair and inside the ear, vibrate in front of the eye, under the eyebrows ; little columns of smoke rise from the sand, like breaths of air ; the soldiers keep quiet, lying, a large streak of sweat in the back~: through the black stems, from which eggs' ash and powder flow, the rapids where water leaps, white and shiny and the foam under the banks ; the feverish backward and forward motion of mosquitoes between the water and the brooms, above the road, casts shadows on sand and pebbles, the brooms' lit up tops are scintillating. -A rifle barrel glows inside the brooms : a rebel sees it, stops, makes a sign : all throw themselves in the hedge, finger on the trigger. The soldiers fire from under the brooms, a rebel screams and stirs under the charred stems, the rifle fire increases ; a soldier grabs a hand-grenade from his belt, pulls the pin out and, elbow on the ground of ashes and sand, throws it over the brooms ; it explodes in the midst of the rebels ; a big black bird flies across the battle, the motions of its wings chase away the smoke from the explosion. Soon nothing is left but, between the fighters, a small field of slashed stems and ashes ; they crawl towards each other, their fingers sink in the ash where the fuming cartridge cases jump ; lying, belly beating on the ash, they shout insults, spit, their screams reverberate against the cliffs but, in the moments of silence, and of moving forward, the river's little obstinate noise binds them to the world ; two soldiers only are left then, face to face ; behind them, at the end of the long bloody trail, a heap of dead and dying, mouth opened on the ash, hands on their belly ; entrails flow between the thighs, knees, lips tremble ; on a dead man's chest, sticking out of the pocket, a broken mirror where the burst of gunfire throws sparks and the moon, through the undulating and shaking of the brooms. +A rifle barrel glows inside the brooms~: a rebel sees it, stops, makes a sign~: all throw themselves in the hedge, finger on the trigger. The soldiers fire from under the brooms, a rebel screams and stirs under the charred stems, the rifle fire increases ; a soldier grabs a hand-grenade from his belt, pulls the pin out and, elbow on the ground of ashes and sand, throws it over the brooms ; it explodes in the midst of the rebels ; a big black bird flies across the battle, the motions of its wings chase away the smoke from the explosion. Soon nothing is left but, between the fighters, a small field of slashed stems and ashes ; they crawl towards each other, their fingers sink in the ash where the fuming cartridge cases jump ; lying, belly beating on the ash, they shout insults, spit, their screams reverberate against the cliffs but, in the moments of silence, and of moving forward, the river's little obstinate noise binds them to the world ; two soldiers only are left then, face to face ; behind them, at the end of the long bloody trail, a heap of dead and dying, mouth opened on the ash, hands on their belly ; entrails flow between the thighs, knees, lips tremble ; on a dead man's chest, sticking out of the pocket, a broken mirror where the burst of gunfire throws sparks and the moon, through the undulating and shaking of the brooms. -The two soldiers, cartridge pouches empty, cling to each other with their burnt fingers, then having suddenly stood up again, leap forward, hug each other, knock each other down in the ash, roll over their still warm rifles, shout, grab each other's thighs, throat, bite, spit in the face, claw ; the rebel snatches the soldier's belt and rips his cheeks with the buckle ; the soldier takes a handful of ashes and throws it in the rebel's eyes : he, blinded, spits, spits blood, and bites, ash running down his cheeks, holds his mouth open, his jaw shines over the writhing soldier, a rifle under his nape, a hand-grenade under his back ; behind them, groaning, rattles, noises of bones, of blood cracking inside the mouth, bubbling of entrails ; in the moon-stained ash, hands open and close ; a dying man, throat opened, violently thrusts his fist into the wound, a bloody slush spurts out, the fist touches the bone of the throat which the knife sawed ; the two enemies stand up again, strike each other with rifle butts, the rebel is half naked, the shreds of his shirts fly, flap around his chest, the soldier, in his fury, beats them; the rifle barrels knock against one another ; small birds, chased away by the gunfire, come back and jump on the bank, fishes bounce over the pebbles, in the rapids ; the small birds shoot out and brush them with light chirps ; noises of wings and fins, in the plain ; beyond the gorge, where the river grows wide, a pack of jackals trot through the grass, the stems' milk wets their fur, the plain is covered with abandoned tools and machines, rusted scythes, overturned ploughs under which snakes and lizards coil up ; the jackals run, destroying the inclination of the grass, scattering the mating animals, raising their mouth to the moon, paws and claws softened by the warm sand they're trampling, foam to the teeth, tongue vibrating ; in front of them, the black cliffs ; below, the lighter undulation of the grass, the mist of dust and vegetal vapour and lower down, the throbbing of the river, like a fluttering of snow. +The two soldiers, cartridge pouches empty, cling to each other with their burnt fingers, then having suddenly stood up again, leap forward, hug each other, knock each other down in the ash, roll over their still warm rifles, shout, grab each other's thighs, throat, bite, spit in the face, claw ; the rebel snatches the soldier's belt and rips his cheeks with the buckle ; the soldier takes a handful of ashes and throws it in the rebel's eyes~: he, blinded, spits, spits blood, and bites, ash running down his cheeks, holds his mouth open, his jaw shines over the writhing soldier, a rifle under his nape, a hand-grenade under his back ; behind them, groaning, rattles, noises of bones, of blood cracking inside the mouth, bubbling of entrails ; in the moon-stained ash, hands open and close ; a dying man, throat opened, violently thrusts his fist into the wound, a bloody slush spurts out, the fist touches the bone of the throat which the knife sawed ; the two enemies stand up again, strike each other with rifle butts, the rebel is half naked, the shreds of his shirts fly, flap around his chest, the soldier, in his fury, beats them; the rifle barrels knock against one another ; small birds, chased away by the gunfire, come back and jump on the bank, fishes bounce over the pebbles, in the rapids ; the small birds shoot out and brush them with light chirps ; noises of wings and fins, in the plain ; beyond the gorge, where the river grows wide, a pack of jackals trot through the grass, the stems' milk wets their fur, the plain is covered with abandoned tools and machines, rusted scythes, overturned ploughs under which snakes and lizards coil up ; the jackals run, destroying the inclination of the grass, scattering the mating animals, raising their mouth to the moon, paws and claws softened by the warm sand they're trampling, foam to the teeth, tongue vibrating ; in front of them, the black cliffs ; below, the lighter undulation of the grass, the mist of dust and vegetal vapour and lower down, the throbbing of the river, like a fluttering of snow. -Here they are in the gorge, on the battlefield, the two soldiers, bending, head to head, collapse in a great cloud of ash. The jackals move back towards the river ; once the cloud has dissipated, they come closer to the two bodies, turn around, smelling them out, nibble them, search underneath them, growl, blow on the ash ; a jackal seizes a soldier's arm and lifts it up, it pulls the soldier from under the pile of corpses, but the soldier is still alive, his hand closes up on the mouth of the jackal which bites him, the beast moves off in the brooms, then comes back towards the dying man and, this time, buries his fangs in the throat, the soldier utters a light sigh, his head revolves in the ash, the jackal then sets to work on the body, tears the throat, the chest, the belly, buries its muzzle under the belt and pulls out shreds of flesh, it tears the thigh, the hip, devouring all : flesh, muscles, nerves, bones, cloth and leather, moving upwards from under the thighs and its muzzle lifting up the penis, its tongue digging in the navel, and its fangs tearing it, its claws mauling the nipples, the shoulders, burrowing in the armpits, pulling out the hair and, with a grunt, spitting them out on the ash ; its fangs strike the broken mirror, the bloody fragments of glass prick its gums and tongue, crack under the fangs ; the jackal groans, raises the front paw and scratches its muzzle with it ; then it attacks the dead body again, it tries to remove the helmet from the head, the head only adheres to the body by a bundle of crushed flesh, bone, nerves and muscles in which the chin strap bathes, the jackal tips the helmet, the head rolls in the muddy ash, swivelling and the bundle holding it up twists, some nerves split, the jackal rushes and slices, pulls out, tears by shaking its muzzle, claws hooked to the soldier's shoulders. +Here they are in the gorge, on the battlefield, the two soldiers, bending, head to head, collapse in a great cloud of ash. The jackals move back towards the river ; once the cloud has dissipated, they come closer to the two bodies, turn around, smelling them out, nibble them, search underneath them, growl, blow on the ash ; a jackal seizes a soldier's arm and lifts it up, it pulls the soldier from under the pile of corpses, but the soldier is still alive, his hand closes up on the mouth of the jackal which bites him, the beast moves off in the brooms, then comes back towards the dying man and, this time, buries his fangs in the throat, the soldier utters a light sigh, his head revolves in the ash, the jackal then sets to work on the body, tears the throat, the chest, the belly, buries its muzzle under the belt and pulls out shreds of flesh, it tears the thigh, the hip, devouring all~: flesh, muscles, nerves, bones, cloth and leather, moving upwards from under the thighs and its muzzle lifting up the penis, its tongue digging in the navel, and its fangs tearing it, its claws mauling the nipples, the shoulders, burrowing in the armpits, pulling out the hair and, with a grunt, spitting them out on the ash ; its fangs strike the broken mirror, the bloody fragments of glass prick its gums and tongue, crack under the fangs ; the jackal groans, raises the front paw and scratches its muzzle with it ; then it attacks the dead body again, it tries to remove the helmet from the head, the head only adheres to the body by a bundle of crushed flesh, bone, nerves and muscles in which the chin strap bathes, the jackal tips the helmet, the head rolls in the muddy ash, swivelling and the bundle holding it up twists, some nerves split, the jackal rushes and slices, pulls out, tears by shaking its muzzle, claws hooked to the soldier's shoulders. All around, the jackals, whining, devour, mouth deep between the soldiers' thighs, pull the corpses by the arms, and by the hair, as far as the brooms, then, satiated, drop their shit over them and clawing the ground, cover them up with earth. Then, their belly heavy, they go to the river bank, sink to the chest in the tepid water and gulp down, under the powdery palms. -High in the mountains, weapon in hand, the rebels listen : the gunfire, the fight hand to hand, the jackals\ldots +High in the mountains, weapon in hand, the rebels listen~: the gunfire, the fight hand to hand, the jackals\ldots -Already, three helicopters, coming from Inamenas, roar above the gorges, they come down, they land on the sand, soldiers, doubled up, shoot out of the cabin, jump, cans and hand-grenades clash, shine at their waist, some of them rub their eyes, yawn, stretch out their arms, the raised battledress jacket lays bare the bottom of the chest, the navel and the top of the hip, the fold of the skin between the belt and the trousers' loop ; the propellers, slowing down, blow sand and grass, the water ripples, the propellers' shadow sweeps as far as the cliff's grey marble, on the opposite bank, veiling the angles and the debris, waking up the birds in the nests and making them start and chirp a bit : shoot out of the holes as if under the bombs. The soldiers are squatting next to the bodies, they remove their own from those of the rebels, carry them inside the cabin, assemble the pieces of each dead soldier in tent canvas, open the mouths, hold them open while making them bite their metal plates where the regimental number is written. Some look away and vomit in the brooms ; arms full of those bloody bundles, they run under the wind of the propellers, feet striking pebbles and dried shit, arms bare, tattooed with skulls or naked women, breath stinking of beer and pat\'e, cursing, grumbling, rubbing the bottom of their back and belly~: +Already, three helicopters, coming from Inamenas, roar above the gorges, they come down, they land on the sand, soldiers, doubled up, shoot out of the cabin, jump, cans and hand-grenades clash, shine at their waist, some of them rub their eyes, yawn, stretch out their arms, the raised battledress jacket lays bare the bottom of the chest, the navel and the top of the hip, the fold of the skin between the belt and the trousers' loop ; the propellers, slowing down, blow sand and grass, the water ripples, the propellers' shadow sweeps as far as the cliff's grey marble, on the opposite bank, veiling the angles and the debris, waking up the birds in the nests and making them start and chirp a bit~: shoot out of the holes as if under the bombs. The soldiers are squatting next to the bodies, they remove their own from those of the rebels, carry them inside the cabin, assemble the pieces of each dead soldier in tent canvas, open the mouths, hold them open while making them bite their metal plates where the regimental number is written. Some look away and vomit in the brooms ; arms full of those bloody bundles, they run under the wind of the propellers, feet striking pebbles and dried shit, arms bare, tattooed with skulls or naked women, breath stinking of beer and pat\'e, cursing, grumbling, rubbing the bottom of their back and belly~: --- Those bloody worms that eat you behind, those crabs that eat you in front. @@ -1965,7 +1965,7 @@ All climb back into the helicopters. Nape rested on the cabin's vibrating sheet of steel, the squatting soldiers dream, shiver, hands to their knees, sweat running down thighs and chest, hair caught in the helmet rim\ldots -Palms rise, walk with the wind, rain comes, the hurricane tears away the red grass, a tomb guarded by two sleeping soldiers, standing, against the stone. I disarm them, they open their eyes, smile, let me bind them, the stone scintillates, the trunks jump, down the mountain's muddy slope ; on the watercress, at the bottom of the valley, the clanking of wild horses, the stamping of wolves on the dry hay rustling with shards and feelers, I bend over the soldiers' eyes ; in the palace of gilded wood, women make the beds, the sheets swell, flow, flap over the gilded wood, pigs stir among the barrels at the end of the yard, small birds flutter around, the sun vibrates in the blue, the prisoners howl, lying on the slush of cock droppings, a child, iron-armoured, tightly wrapped in leather, pricks them with a stick, they then become silent, hold out their arms, open their hands, frogs jump out of them, their song dies on the slush ; the prisoners' feet are fettered in iron arcs, driven in the ground ; by dusk, the caparisoned child falls in dust over them, evening shadow, shadow of death, mass of ashes ; then they feel his kiss on their lips ; the river carries pieces of red bark, squalling monkeys ; on the big paddle-boat, old blue, rusty irons, oil puddles, the seller of cloth and of slaves ; sitting behind a desk, one soldier cutting the cloth, another cutting the slaves' arm, hand, tongue, a third one wrapping each limb in a piece of cloth and throwing the shreds of bloody flesh to the fish running up the yellow waters ; he writes, counts and weighs ; the bundles are laid in heaps at the bottom of the boat near the helm, blood spatters the ropes ; trees rustle along the river, wild animals rise, heavy under the leaves and slide towards the water, the cliffs of ochre and black clay, crumble in the water turning blue under the sun ; silence : nothing but the the march of heavy animals on the mud marked by hooves, claws, tails, wings, fangs. +Palms rise, walk with the wind, rain comes, the hurricane tears away the red grass, a tomb guarded by two sleeping soldiers, standing, against the stone. I disarm them, they open their eyes, smile, let me bind them, the stone scintillates, the trunks jump, down the mountain's muddy slope ; on the watercress, at the bottom of the valley, the clanking of wild horses, the stamping of wolves on the dry hay rustling with shards and feelers, I bend over the soldiers' eyes ; in the palace of gilded wood, women make the beds, the sheets swell, flow, flap over the gilded wood, pigs stir among the barrels at the end of the yard, small birds flutter around, the sun vibrates in the blue, the prisoners howl, lying on the slush of cock droppings, a child, iron-armoured, tightly wrapped in leather, pricks them with a stick, they then become silent, hold out their arms, open their hands, frogs jump out of them, their song dies on the slush ; the prisoners' feet are fettered in iron arcs, driven in the ground ; by dusk, the caparisoned child falls in dust over them, evening shadow, shadow of death, mass of ashes ; then they feel his kiss on their lips ; the river carries pieces of red bark, squalling monkeys ; on the big paddle-boat, old blue, rusty irons, oil puddles, the seller of cloth and of slaves ; sitting behind a desk, one soldier cutting the cloth, another cutting the slaves' arm, hand, tongue, a third one wrapping each limb in a piece of cloth and throwing the shreds of bloody flesh to the fish running up the yellow waters ; he writes, counts and weighs ; the bundles are laid in heaps at the bottom of the boat near the helm, blood spatters the ropes ; trees rustle along the river, wild animals rise, heavy under the leaves and slide towards the water, the cliffs of ochre and black clay, crumble in the water turning blue under the sun ; silence~: nothing but the the march of heavy animals on the mud marked by hooves, claws, tails, wings, fangs. {\sloppy The child, standing on the cloth, naked, laughing, both feet against his father's and mother's hip, the servant woman, sleeping with her cheek resting on the top of his arm ; the father cracks his hip joints, and the child pisses right on his forehead, the wet sheet shines in the rays of light, two white horses pass in front of the window, in the wind.\par} @@ -1975,21 +1975,21 @@ B\'eja screams at the bottom of the valley, around him, his children's bones ; t {\sloppy The two young slaves, cloth fuming under the sun, scamper through the garden, between the tall white flowers and the flesh-eating plants ; behind the rows of flowers, the pigs grunt, intoxicated by the wine drying at the bottom of the barrels ; above, the flags float in the sea breeze, salt erodes the posts and the piles. The two soldiers, killed ; the rifles burning in the trembling, wet hands ; the prisoner jumps, hands to his belly, his skull cracks on the marble. The young slaves, bare arms, bare feet, lick in front of king B\'eja the salt on their lips ; the three corpses scintillate in the ship's furrow ; a young slave is tied to the paddle-wheel ; at every turn, he plunges in the water, suffocates, slobbers ; at the stern, next to the helm, the heap of bundles fume in the dust bound for decay. The tomb empty, on the sand run the little flies of death ; from the walls, hang lichens, heavy with chrysalides.\par} -As night was falling, B\'eja, the king, took fright, he raised his hand and said to all surrounding him, little slaves, soldiers and women : +As night was falling, B\'eja, the king, took fright, he raised his hand and said to all surrounding him, little slaves, soldiers and women~: --- Touch me, all of you touch me so that my death be not a lonely one. Once dead, they opened his mouth, filled it with fresh wood chips, his feet were cut off and given immediately to a young slave the king had mutilated for strangling the princes his children, by order of the cloth seller. The armour-clad child pushes the women away and climbs on the bed, for a moment his hand strokes the gilded wood of the pillars, then he brings the sheet back upon his armour's iron and falls asleep. The fire takes under the jerrycans of petrol, shrouds the pile of cans, the jeeps drive slowly among the slashed cacti, a large red butterfly trembles on the starter, the radio antenna whips the blue sky. I can't move my lips, lick the salt on my lips, touch my chest, a mirror, it's forbidden. Reach Leptis Magna before night, sentenced to death, far from one's mother, from one's village, one's body to be cut into pieces, eaten, a woman make love with a piece of meat then eat it without laying her hands on it, eating the flies and the maggots with it, one's body, though dead, to be desired, devoured, used. Leave my arm. Alive, they cut me into pieces, they slice my thigh and carry it away ; every morning they open my prison, my cellar, they step forward holding knives and pincers, I'm a tiny quivering and obedient animal, on the bloodstained straw. Their breath on my grazed arm, they sing over their knives\ldots\ We must walk behind a cursed fence, on the cement platform above the canal. ---- If you refuse, a guerrilla will hunt you until your death ; everywhere a black mark. From now on, nothing but fear reigns in this world : up there we've already destroyed a hundred villages, ransacked the harvests, we've eaten green fruits ; by my side, a young guerrilla writhes, hands on his belly : I laugh, I'm struck. +--- If you refuse, a guerrilla will hunt you until your death ; everywhere a black mark. From now on, nothing but fear reigns in this world~: up there we've already destroyed a hundred villages, ransacked the harvests, we've eaten green fruits ; by my side, a young guerrilla writhes, hands on his belly~: I laugh, I'm struck. They believed me dead, I came back ; only a short while and I'll be king. I shall relight the pyres. You, touch the banner's velvet. No more mercy now. Live, stretch out your arms, crack your muscles. Alas, to give fright, one cannot dress in blue. As we march, fields, roads, streets, courtyards, playgrounds grow covered with prisoners, martyrs, lepers ; men, women, children come out of the wooden houses, take off their clothes, put on their old tatters. A shadow over the body, a shadow inside ; the knife, the gas, the hounds. Exterminate. Let tears flow from your eyes by constant killing, your eyes you hounds, brute beasts by God beloved ; halfway through your nap, squatting beside your beds, I touch with the tip of my fingers your wrists smeared by blood and dog's slobber ; they still vibrate from the blows they gave, straps binding them, stretched and pulled by rutting hounds. Believe me or kill me. -Hell is born around me, rises ; hell is rising again. Grass from hell. Beyond the barriers of terror, a desert where sterilized men and women, lay down to die, mouth opened\ldots\ the poisoned waters disappear from both the surface and the deep of the earth. Flowers from hell. The army is lying on the clay, mugs and knives shine between the soldiers' thighs ; blood under the rain ; dogs bite small children's knees ; guerrillas pull women, with canes, by the neck. A heavy iron door is open : flow, out of the dark, two hundred naked corpses intermingled like heavy rushing rivers\ldots\ A party of shaven children, in tatters, legs smeared with shit, walks on the sandy road, the big supporting the small ; pulled away from the women looking after them, they strew pebbles on the sand. Behind them, a steamroller driven by a young guerrilla wearing a mica eyeshade on his brow, rolls between the spongy meadows where skeletal does are jumping. A little girl, supported by a red-haired boy, collapses on the sand ; the boy bends down, the steamroller is coming closer, the little girl remains lying on the sand, her hair slides folded back on her forehead ; the boy looks up, sees the petrol shake over the yellow bonnet, in the flashing sun, suddenly he takes the wailing girl under his arms, and pulls her towards the slope ; the guerrilla laughs, his thighs spread on the burnished metal seat ; the roller reaches the girl, the track snaps up the legs ; the head, blackened, obscured, rolls on the boy's arm ; the track throws him head on the ground, crushes his back ; the head, smashed to pieces, splashes the stirred sand. In the evening, all the other children are pushed into the torture chamber and hanged to meat hooks ; the little bodies jump in the raw brightness of the floodlights --- blood splashes the neon tubes ---, then come to rest ; then, the young guerrilla with his eyeshade, and stripped to the waist, steps forward, a hatchet in hand ; he gashes the tortured children's knees and wrists ; his arms, his living torso become covered with blood and shreds of flesh ; under each hanged child's feet, a little heap of bloody scraps : nerves, muscles, bones ; the bodies are taken down ; lain under the hooks ; women, whores, fallen nurses, at once rush forward, squat over the half-naked bodies and strip them while uttering little cries. They pull their teeth, their eyes out with hooks and pincers, then the sex organs, for the commandant's collection. They tear the soft and wet skin with their nails, some, with their teeth. The young guerrilla moves the eyeshade up and down over his brow, with a light smile\ldots +Hell is born around me, rises ; hell is rising again. Grass from hell. Beyond the barriers of terror, a desert where sterilized men and women, lay down to die, mouth opened\ldots\ the poisoned waters disappear from both the surface and the deep of the earth. Flowers from hell. The army is lying on the clay, mugs and knives shine between the soldiers' thighs ; blood under the rain ; dogs bite small children's knees ; guerrillas pull women, with canes, by the neck. A heavy iron door is open~: flow, out of the dark, two hundred naked corpses intermingled like heavy rushing rivers\ldots\ A party of shaven children, in tatters, legs smeared with shit, walks on the sandy road, the big supporting the small ; pulled away from the women looking after them, they strew pebbles on the sand. Behind them, a steamroller driven by a young guerrilla wearing a mica eyeshade on his brow, rolls between the spongy meadows where skeletal does are jumping. A little girl, supported by a red-haired boy, collapses on the sand ; the boy bends down, the steamroller is coming closer, the little girl remains lying on the sand, her hair slides folded back on her forehead ; the boy looks up, sees the petrol shake over the yellow bonnet, in the flashing sun, suddenly he takes the wailing girl under his arms, and pulls her towards the slope ; the guerrilla laughs, his thighs spread on the burnished metal seat ; the roller reaches the girl, the track snaps up the legs ; the head, blackened, obscured, rolls on the boy's arm ; the track throws him head on the ground, crushes his back ; the head, smashed to pieces, splashes the stirred sand. In the evening, all the other children are pushed into the torture chamber and hanged to meat hooks ; the little bodies jump in the raw brightness of the floodlights --- blood splashes the neon tubes ---, then come to rest ; then, the young guerrilla with his eyeshade, and stripped to the waist, steps forward, a hatchet in hand ; he gashes the tortured children's knees and wrists ; his arms, his living torso become covered with blood and shreds of flesh ; under each hanged child's feet, a little heap of bloody scraps~: nerves, muscles, bones ; the bodies are taken down ; lain under the hooks ; women, whores, fallen nurses, at once rush forward, squat over the half-naked bodies and strip them while uttering little cries. They pull their teeth, their eyes out with hooks and pincers, then the sex organs, for the commandant's collection. They tear the soft and wet skin with their nails, some, with their teeth. The young guerrilla moves the eyeshade up and down over his brow, with a light smile\ldots -The trucks await the soldier on the airstrip : the soldiers jump, wipe their +The trucks await the soldier on the airstrip~: the soldiers jump, wipe their hands on their battledress, tighten their belt, spit on the tarmac ; around the darkening airfield, 'the white villas of general staff officers, below which sleepy sentries walk up and down, woken up by the noise of engines and propellers, lulled @@ -2019,7 +2019,7 @@ In the compartment, face to face, shivering by the window pane spattered with th --- I've known women, over there. One word, and after crossing the seas they strangle you in your sleep and the struggle is seen on the blue wall of the childhood room. ---- As for myself, I fought. You believed me king ; I wasn't any more, my job was to mount guard, there is a ring under my foot. A soldier loves me, I want none of it, his lips and hands are swelled with blood. I loved a seagull which had sheltered me ; at dawn, it said : \speech{I am your mother} and died. Three days, three nights I rolled beside its decayed body, head buried in the sand. The third day I saw, at the centre of the earth, the river of tears ; tall thin boatmen tried with gaffs and oars to divert it from the god. Love me, love me. See those bundles of flesh and blood inside the luggage rack, please love me, please love. +--- As for myself, I fought. You believed me king ; I wasn't any more, my job was to mount guard, there is a ring under my foot. A soldier loves me, I want none of it, his lips and hands are swelled with blood. I loved a seagull which had sheltered me ; at dawn, it said~: \speech{I am your mother} and died. Three days, three nights I rolled beside its decayed body, head buried in the sand. The third day I saw, at the centre of the earth, the river of tears ; tall thin boatmen tried with gaffs and oars to divert it from the god. Love me, love me. See those bundles of flesh and blood inside the luggage rack, please love me, please love. A strong hand catches the bundles, opens the window, and throws them on the rails. My foot is caught in the ring\ldots @@ -2038,7 +2038,7 @@ The captain passes a hand on his forehead, wrings his cap with both his hands, p --- Look out, captain, he has some concealed muscles. They go out. The bird shoots out again, the fel keeps his head down, the captain stands up straight again, his army shoe slides on a piece of soap ; the captain plants himself in front of the prisoner, hands on hips. He pulls his automatic pistol from its holster, he lays it on a wooden white stool. He looks at the -bathtub, imagines a woman's body : one leg is still in the low and soapy water, the +bathtub, imagines a woman's body~: one leg is still in the low and soapy water, the other leans on a small square blue cloth ; the hair hides the forehead and the eyes, runs over the shoulders and the top of the breasts ; a line of filth and soap crosses the back and the knees, the cunt, for a while, rests against the bathtub edge\ldots @@ -2063,7 +2063,7 @@ The child clutches the bathtub edge with his fingers~: --- I'll remain silent. I am silent. Flay me, my veins are silent. ---- Once I've been, when I was your age, tortured : snow weighs on the barrack's corrugated iron ; for three years I had a number on my arm next to the scars left by the dogs' fangs. Hanging in the shower, my body was spinning in the steam ; outside the snow was crumbling among barbed wire and watchtowers ; Spring was coming. Two thousand children were marching, dying in that cesspool. In the evening, I'd lie on the operating table, docile like a little animal in the heat ; we all loved the sunset, the mask of sleep, the little death, far from snow, cold, mud, dogs ; there was a night light above the table. When I awoke, a stale and intoxicating scent of flowers : blood choked me ; jingling in the room next door, voices, clanking, small wheels on the tiled floor ; I pick up my tatters, a woman shrouded in soapy white squeals leaning against the door, she has blood on her hands, her eye is dead ; under the night light, letter scales swinging : two small balls of flesh shine in the steel scales ; I look at them, the hand slaps my face, there is a jewelled ring on the hand, it scratches my cheek, I walk towards the door, I set my bare foot on the snow, wind seizes my body : \speech{They've taken something from inside me.} +--- Once I've been, when I was your age, tortured~: snow weighs on the barrack's corrugated iron ; for three years I had a number on my arm next to the scars left by the dogs' fangs. Hanging in the shower, my body was spinning in the steam ; outside the snow was crumbling among barbed wire and watchtowers ; Spring was coming. Two thousand children were marching, dying in that cesspool. In the evening, I'd lie on the operating table, docile like a little animal in the heat ; we all loved the sunset, the mask of sleep, the little death, far from snow, cold, mud, dogs ; there was a night light above the table. When I awoke, a stale and intoxicating scent of flowers~: blood choked me ; jingling in the room next door, voices, clanking, small wheels on the tiled floor ; I pick up my tatters, a woman shrouded in soapy white squeals leaning against the door, she has blood on her hands, her eye is dead ; under the night light, letter scales swinging~: two small balls of flesh shine in the steel scales ; I look at them, the hand slaps my face, there is a jewelled ring on the hand, it scratches my cheek, I walk towards the door, I set my bare foot on the snow, wind seizes my body~: \speech{They've taken something from inside me.} In the dormitory, the children --- blackened, excremental tatters hang between their legs --- feel me~: @@ -2077,17 +2077,17 @@ In the dormitory, the children --- blackened, excremental tatters hang between t I hide my head between my hands and collapse on my straw mattress, a wisp of straw tickles my nose, I can breathe Piotr's odour ; against my temple, a tuft of his fair hair. -I don't want to get up, I can't feel the cold any more, the blows are breaking my back. One morning, they unfold my body, shaking hands unfasten my hands from my temples, I am carried as far as the courtyard, the children striped by sun, shadows and wrinkles wave their hands and scream, jeeps are driving around the camp ; I say : \speech{I want to walk.} +I don't want to get up, I can't feel the cold any more, the blows are breaking my back. One morning, they unfold my body, shaking hands unfasten my hands from my temples, I am carried as far as the courtyard, the children striped by sun, shadows and wrinkles wave their hands and scream, jeeps are driving around the camp ; I say~: \speech{I want to walk.} Someone lays me on a small stage, a very tall officer puts my arm around his shoulders, leans sideways, a woman takes my other arm, I set my feet on the floor and I walk, two birds are singing on a dead tree ; guards in chains come out of the operation room, pushed by soldiers wearing white helmets ; all of a sudden the children become silent. An order, and a large blanket is thrown over the guards. Women, young girls walk across the courtyard, carrying babies in their arms, they wear an armband ; we hold out our arms towards the soldiers who are writing on small wooden boards and we show them our tattoos, the branded number, some soldiers look away\ldots -The captain suddenly bends over the bathtub, his face is white, his fingers tremble on the stoneware, the young rebel holds him up and with a swift hand, snatches the knife in the bathtub, the captain vomits, head resting on the taps ; the young rebel raises the knife and drives it into the officer's neck ; a muffled cry, the tall body collapses, the chin hits the edge of the bathtub. The rebel, his hand spattered, throws the knife on the blue cloth, grabs the pistol and escapes through the window, lets himself fall on the lilacs ; looking up, he sees the bird flutter over him among the torn leaves and the boughs shaken by the fall. The young rebel gets up again : \speech{\ldots no, I'm not tired of blood}, ties his tatters around his belly and knees and runs away, leaping over the barbed wire and the trenches, the pistol in his hand : \speech{No, I'm not tired of blood. O blood, I love thee, O blood, milk of spirit, seed of hatred, sperm gushing out in battle.} +The captain suddenly bends over the bathtub, his face is white, his fingers tremble on the stoneware, the young rebel holds him up and with a swift hand, snatches the knife in the bathtub, the captain vomits, head resting on the taps ; the young rebel raises the knife and drives it into the officer's neck ; a muffled cry, the tall body collapses, the chin hits the edge of the bathtub. The rebel, his hand spattered, throws the knife on the blue cloth, grabs the pistol and escapes through the window, lets himself fall on the lilacs ; looking up, he sees the bird flutter over him among the torn leaves and the boughs shaken by the fall. The young rebel gets up again~: \speech{\ldots no, I'm not tired of blood}, ties his tatters around his belly and knees and runs away, leaping over the barbed wire and the trenches, the pistol in his hand~: \speech{No, I'm not tired of blood. O blood, I love thee, O blood, milk of spirit, seed of hatred, sperm gushing out in battle.} His bloody mouth gleams in the mist, slaver runs on the dried blood, falls on the chest, the child wipes it off with the pistol's butt. -Serge watches rain flow on his bare legs : \speech{As a child, I was so beautiful ; under my thighs, the large warm stone, and under my feet the clear and copper coloured water ; melancholy, like a ring, to my neck. I was handsome, my face bare. Too much loved. Too handsome. Then, later on, to conquer, to lie, indifference, avarice, jealousy, wish other men never to be as clear as oneself, to doubt, to doubt\ldots\ a javelin whizzes above my head, it came out of the fir trees. One comes to worship me on my stone, a man pushes his head out of the water and kisses my foot. When I come and sit on the bank, a naked woman applies her belly against my back. But I push both man and woman away, wind swells my blue shirt, the woman collapses among the charred branches ; all the sluice gates of the river loop hold back the heavy and golden water ; beetles bump against the gates, the rusty metal tinkles above the water, your heavy thighs shrouded in velvet, the warm swelling in their hollow while I hold them in my hands and they burn my temples, my lips looking for the opening through which to bite your skin and your heart\ldots} +Serge watches rain flow on his bare legs~: \speech{As a child, I was so beautiful ; under my thighs, the large warm stone, and under my feet the clear and copper coloured water ; melancholy, like a ring, to my neck. I was handsome, my face bare. Too much loved. Too handsome. Then, later on, to conquer, to lie, indifference, avarice, jealousy, wish other men never to be as clear as oneself, to doubt, to doubt\ldots\ a javelin whizzes above my head, it came out of the fir trees. One comes to worship me on my stone, a man pushes his head out of the water and kisses my foot. When I come and sit on the bank, a naked woman applies her belly against my back. But I push both man and woman away, wind swells my blue shirt, the woman collapses among the charred branches ; all the sluice gates of the river loop hold back the heavy and golden water ; beetles bump against the gates, the rusty metal tinkles above the water, your heavy thighs shrouded in velvet, the warm swelling in their hollow while I hold them in my hands and they burn my temples, my lips looking for the opening through which to bite your skin and your heart\ldots} -\ldots He gets up, he walks up towards the top of the building site, enters the palace, walks under the cloister : two soldiers, stripped to the waist, are playing ping-pong, in the diffused light of the storm. Serge goes up to the apartments. In the stairs he overtakes a soldier carrying a tea tray ; a golden medal on his khaki sweater. Serge looks at him ; the soldier~: +\ldots He gets up, he walks up towards the top of the building site, enters the palace, walks under the cloister~: two soldiers, stripped to the waist, are playing ping-pong, in the diffused light of the storm. Serge goes up to the apartments. In the stairs he overtakes a soldier carrying a tea tray ; a golden medal on his khaki sweater. Serge looks at him ; the soldier~: --- I'm going to the governor's apartment. All those are lucky to have us~! What are you doing here, you, a month since I've arrived and I see you running everywhere, free\ldots @@ -2188,7 +2188,7 @@ belly alive on her ; the sheet flows on the ground~: --- Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep\ldots -But she, her eyes are blinking under the boy's palms, shivering, drops off to sleep. Serge keeps her awake by gently licking her breasts, tilts his head and makes his close-cropped hair slide on the young woman's shoulder, then he crawls on Emilienne and with his sweat-sticky fingers, between their chests and bellies, raising himself on his knee, slowly unfastens Emilienne's dress --- and fire seizes him : he violently strokes the breasts, the belly, then his hands, wild, trembling irregularly, move down and fondle both Emilienne's fresh and quivering cunt and his cock, wet with seminal sweat, through the shorts' thin cloth ; he unbuttons the shorts, thrusts his hand under the stretched white underpants, pulls out the cock and, with one hand, guides it towards Emilienne's cunt, the stretched underpants hold back the testicles ; the hardened cock against the young woman's fair down, so soft. The boy laughs and shakes ; his shirt, open on Emilienne's breasts, sends a light breeze, a tail drags on the left breast, the mother of pearl button shines, sweat runs down the boy's neck, Serge's golden medal hangs, sparkles ; Emilienne half-opens her lips, the medal chinks on her teeth, she holds it between her teeth, she pulls, the boy's face comes closer to hers, she leaves go of the chain running on her chain and pushes her lips forward, the boy takes them, nibbles them, drives his tongue into the young woman's mouth, the tongue burrows into the gums, the teeth, the palate, Emilienne withdraws hers, but the boy's tongue winds round it, foam bubbles around their lips, Emilienne hugs Serge, joins her hands behind the boy's back, on his loins, the boy's cock sinks within her, tears well from her eyes, flow on the pillow, she tilts her head to the side, groans, her hands clutch the boy's shorts, by the belt, push away the boy's hips, but in the same time she throws out her chest, rises, she is caught ; her hands claw the cloth of the shorts, move up towards the belt, get caught in the loops, then, tucking up the cloth, open on the boy's skin, fingers feeling their way, nails scraping the sweat from the buttocks ; she feels the throbbing, the pulsations, the obscure and obstinate work of the cock ; the boy's muscles' weariness, the boy little by little becoming empty of his sperm and of his desire, the slowing down of the spasm ; sweat cools off over their bodies, seminal spatters like an ice field on which their bellies are revolving ; their embrace becomes more gentle, more tender, the fury recedes ; from their intermixed bodies, quivering like injured animals, rises a sort of steam by which the mosquito grows soft and languid ; their legs relax like bows ; nerves are still vibrating. Then only, Serge looks at Emilienne : pale, cheeks, nostrils hollow, she's dozing already ; the boy leans on her, licks the tears, stopped by sleep on the cheeks' edge, crawls, slowly withdraws, freezing at the slightest rustling of nerves and lets himself roll against Emilienne, at the edge of the bed, cock half sticking out of the shorts, belly and top of thighs gluey, belt buckle bathing and shining on the slope of the thigh. +But she, her eyes are blinking under the boy's palms, shivering, drops off to sleep. Serge keeps her awake by gently licking her breasts, tilts his head and makes his close-cropped hair slide on the young woman's shoulder, then he crawls on Emilienne and with his sweat-sticky fingers, between their chests and bellies, raising himself on his knee, slowly unfastens Emilienne's dress --- and fire seizes him~: he violently strokes the breasts, the belly, then his hands, wild, trembling irregularly, move down and fondle both Emilienne's fresh and quivering cunt and his cock, wet with seminal sweat, through the shorts' thin cloth ; he unbuttons the shorts, thrusts his hand under the stretched white underpants, pulls out the cock and, with one hand, guides it towards Emilienne's cunt, the stretched underpants hold back the testicles ; the hardened cock against the young woman's fair down, so soft. The boy laughs and shakes ; his shirt, open on Emilienne's breasts, sends a light breeze, a tail drags on the left breast, the mother of pearl button shines, sweat runs down the boy's neck, Serge's golden medal hangs, sparkles ; Emilienne half-opens her lips, the medal chinks on her teeth, she holds it between her teeth, she pulls, the boy's face comes closer to hers, she leaves go of the chain running on her chain and pushes her lips forward, the boy takes them, nibbles them, drives his tongue into the young woman's mouth, the tongue burrows into the gums, the teeth, the palate, Emilienne withdraws hers, but the boy's tongue winds round it, foam bubbles around their lips, Emilienne hugs Serge, joins her hands behind the boy's back, on his loins, the boy's cock sinks within her, tears well from her eyes, flow on the pillow, she tilts her head to the side, groans, her hands clutch the boy's shorts, by the belt, push away the boy's hips, but in the same time she throws out her chest, rises, she is caught ; her hands claw the cloth of the shorts, move up towards the belt, get caught in the loops, then, tucking up the cloth, open on the boy's skin, fingers feeling their way, nails scraping the sweat from the buttocks ; she feels the throbbing, the pulsations, the obscure and obstinate work of the cock ; the boy's muscles' weariness, the boy little by little becoming empty of his sperm and of his desire, the slowing down of the spasm ; sweat cools off over their bodies, seminal spatters like an ice field on which their bellies are revolving ; their embrace becomes more gentle, more tender, the fury recedes ; from their intermixed bodies, quivering like injured animals, rises a sort of steam by which the mosquito grows soft and languid ; their legs relax like bows ; nerves are still vibrating. Then only, Serge looks at Emilienne~: pale, cheeks, nostrils hollow, she's dozing already ; the boy leans on her, licks the tears, stopped by sleep on the cheeks' edge, crawls, slowly withdraws, freezing at the slightest rustling of nerves and lets himself roll against Emilienne, at the edge of the bed, cock half sticking out of the shorts, belly and top of thighs gluey, belt buckle bathing and shining on the slope of the thigh. Then, he rises again, slips out of the bed, closes his shorts, his feet search after the espadrilles ; standing against the bed, a bit of sperm running still under the shorts, towards the knee, he looks at Emilienne ; naked on the ravaged sheet, she's asleep, her chest rises imperceptibly, her lips, half-open, dried by her breath, tremble like lightened leaves, in the little wind that follows rain and storm ' one hand hides the cunt, the other is drawn back between the breasts. Serge leans over, takes the sheet, with it he covers Emilienne to the top of her chest ; he moves back slightly, his cock grows hard again, he comes closer to the bed, lays his hand on the sheet, at the level of Emilienne's breasts and strokes them ; the stretched sheet rises, the nipples quiver under the boy's moist palm. Outside a sand wind is blowing. The boy turns pale, lifts his hand to his forehead, to his mouth, chokes, leans against the wall, he moves away from the wall, runs to the bathroom, bends over the toilet seat, vomits, both hands clutching the stoneware ; the room window bangs, closes on the red cloud ; it blows on the flattened island, burns the water, the lovers' sweat, the sick children's eyes, the opened cunts of the whores standing in the doorways ; the sand whirls around the scythes, the harrows, pierces the teeth, the teeth crumble inside my mouth like sand. @@ -2232,7 +2232,7 @@ She remains still, in the window's reddening glow, she buttons top and bottom of He moves towards the mirror, she leans forward, their shoulders touch\ldots ---- Not so long ago, when I felt desire in my room, and I yielded, after, my hand all warm and my body burning, I came to look at myself in the mirror and I looked at my eyes ; never did they look down, I was ashamed but I could keep my eyes opened : it's you who freed me, it's you\ldots +--- Not so long ago, when I felt desire in my room, and I yielded, after, my hand all warm and my body burning, I came to look at myself in the mirror and I looked at my eyes ; never did they look down, I was ashamed but I could keep my eyes opened~: it's you who freed me, it's you\ldots --- Go, leave me alone, now, go away\ldots @@ -2244,7 +2244,7 @@ She pushes him away and in the same time, closes the holland curtain ; he's stan --- Water is running on her shoulders, on her back, she's happy. -The window bursts open, the red sand crackles on the floor, on the pane, around Serge's espadrilles ; the boy goes to the window, leans his head out, eyes shut, holding his nose because of the sand ; a hand falls on his nape, a small knife slides on his shoulder, he leaps back, raises the bathroom curtain, climbs on the laundry basket, opens the window which bangs against the wall moist with steam, pushes his head in, a brown mass falls down along the Virginia creeper, rolls on the gravel, gets up again and flees : it's a child, barefoot, wearing a sackcloth with holes at the neck and the shoulders, he looks back and spits, he runs through the rose trees. Serge sees a sentry move on the enclosing wall, the soldier raises his rifle, brings it to the shoulder, aims at the child~: +The window bursts open, the red sand crackles on the floor, on the pane, around Serge's espadrilles ; the boy goes to the window, leans his head out, eyes shut, holding his nose because of the sand ; a hand falls on his nape, a small knife slides on his shoulder, he leaps back, raises the bathroom curtain, climbs on the laundry basket, opens the window which bangs against the wall moist with steam, pushes his head in, a brown mass falls down along the Virginia creeper, rolls on the gravel, gets up again and flees~: it's a child, barefoot, wearing a sackcloth with holes at the neck and the shoulders, he looks back and spits, he runs through the rose trees. Serge sees a sentry move on the enclosing wall, the soldier raises his rifle, brings it to the shoulder, aims at the child~: --- Don't shoot~! @@ -2254,11 +2254,11 @@ The soldier fires, a bullet runs through Serge's shoulder, another bullet grazes {\sloppy Serge, head against his father's arm, groans, his blood-filled mouth swells and unswells like a flute player's, blood smacks between his lips ; in the middle of the lawn a huge dead bird of prey is drying in the sun ; the child who smells of boxwood is running down the alley, his heels hit the pavement, he pushes a barn's gate, enters, feels his way, his forehead bumps against the beams ; in the darkness, the door has closed on its own. He moves forward, drawn by the animals' breath, he climbs over the manure pile, his foot strikes a calf's hoof, he sits in the manure, huddles, quivering, against the animal and waits ; he listens to the little spring-like noise of the manure flowing down a gutter in the middle of the stable, his shoulder brushes the animal's eye, it stirs and grunts.\par} -The child remains sitting until the end of the afternoon ; at last he gets up, goes to the door, pushes it slightly ; at the end of the street still bleached by sunlight, the soldier walks on tiptoes : looking up, he sees the child, who moves his head back at once in the darkness of the stable ; but the soldier, his rifle hanging from the shoulder and beating his hip, walks towards the door : over, is a red and black placard : \speech{Death commando}. +The child remains sitting until the end of the afternoon ; at last he gets up, goes to the door, pushes it slightly ; at the end of the street still bleached by sunlight, the soldier walks on tiptoes~: looking up, he sees the child, who moves his head back at once in the darkness of the stable ; but the soldier, his rifle hanging from the shoulder and beating his hip, walks towards the door~: over, is a red and black placard~: \speech{Death commando}. -The child lies down behind the calf, chin, belly and knees in the manure, temple leaning on the animal's muzzle : the little knife shines on the window sill, over there in the daylight, the child opens and closes his hand, he wants to feel the cold of the blade ; the door swings open, appears the soldier, the child can see against the light, the outline of the hips and of the thighs between the legs, the folds of the battledress at the place of the cock, the rifle's butt and light ; the child, lying in the manure, becomes more heavy, hollows the manure, with his knees and belly, sinks, grows heavy like a crab, the soiled straw pricks his nostrils, his eyelids, cow dung gets caught in his lips, his eyelashes, his close-cropped hair, the scabs on his head, he suffocates, the soldier starts, sees the child's half-naked body against the motionless calf, the quivering back, the bare buttocks of the child, his soiled feet, his knees covered with manure ; he grits his teeth, turns his head, right, left, sees a hayfork behind the door, grabs it, makes it jump in his hand, holds it before him and rushes upon the child. +The child lies down behind the calf, chin, belly and knees in the manure, temple leaning on the animal's muzzle~: the little knife shines on the window sill, over there in the daylight, the child opens and closes his hand, he wants to feel the cold of the blade ; the door swings open, appears the soldier, the child can see against the light, the outline of the hips and of the thighs between the legs, the folds of the battledress at the place of the cock, the rifle's butt and light ; the child, lying in the manure, becomes more heavy, hollows the manure, with his knees and belly, sinks, grows heavy like a crab, the soiled straw pricks his nostrils, his eyelids, cow dung gets caught in his lips, his eyelashes, his close-cropped hair, the scabs on his head, he suffocates, the soldier starts, sees the child's half-naked body against the motionless calf, the quivering back, the bare buttocks of the child, his soiled feet, his knees covered with manure ; he grits his teeth, turns his head, right, left, sees a hayfork behind the door, grabs it, makes it jump in his hand, holds it before him and rushes upon the child. -The child gets up, his arms shoot out, he is standing, he runs towards the end of the stable, towards darkness, the soldier runs after him, pricks the dark with the hayfork, his forehead bumps against a beam, a cockrel flies off, beats its wings over the soldier, gets entangled in the rifle strap, through the excremental dust, calls, its claws get caught in the soldier's epaulets, slide on the battledress, for a second, the comb, crumpled, fresh, touches the soldier's lips ; he pushes the cockrel away with his free hand, the crying cockrel falls along the soldier and escapes between his legs, runs towards the door, feathers all ruffled ; the soldier : \speech{Fucking cock}, and he throws the hayfork forward. +The child gets up, his arms shoot out, he is standing, he runs towards the end of the stable, towards darkness, the soldier runs after him, pricks the dark with the hayfork, his forehead bumps against a beam, a cockrel flies off, beats its wings over the soldier, gets entangled in the rifle strap, through the excremental dust, calls, its claws get caught in the soldier's epaulets, slide on the battledress, for a second, the comb, crumpled, fresh, touches the soldier's lips ; he pushes the cockrel away with his free hand, the crying cockrel falls along the soldier and escapes between his legs, runs towards the door, feathers all ruffled ; the soldier~: \speech{Fucking cock}, and he throws the hayfork forward. A scream, the child collapses, heel caught in the fork, in between two prongs, the soldier roars, beats his chest, lets himself fall over the child he cannot see. The child struggles, the soldier tilts his head backwards ; kneeling on the child, he strikes him~: @@ -2284,9 +2284,9 @@ The soldier feels two small hands held out but failing to reach him. He walks to --- Who killed that child~? The soldier~? ---- Your Excellency, the commandos did ; last night ; they enter the refectory, drunk, half undressed. They break plates, brain the cooks ; I arrive, I see the folds in their hands red, the blood all fresh ; the sentries overpower them, throw them in the jail ; I listen : five or six of them asleep, the other ones come closer, help themselves, speak in a low voice ; they whistle, they puff and blow, they whine\ldots\ then, gradually, sneer, laugh. +--- Your Excellency, the commandos did ; last night ; they enter the refectory, drunk, half undressed. They break plates, brain the cooks ; I arrive, I see the folds in their hands red, the blood all fresh ; the sentries overpower them, throw them in the jail ; I listen~: five or six of them asleep, the other ones come closer, help themselves, speak in a low voice ; they whistle, they puff and blow, they whine\ldots\ then, gradually, sneer, laugh. -The youngest, a little blond guy, gets up, jumps out of the circle, rushes against the prison walls, his hands tremble before his eyes, he writhes against the wall, unfastens his belt, unbuttons his battledress, suddenly turns over, back to the wall, his trousers slipping down his knees, his jacket open and uncovering the right shoulder ; he strikes the ground with his army shoes, tilts his head, leaps sideways : a soldier, opposite him, throws his arm towards the wall, steps back, bends, throws again his hand forward, the soldier by the wall, stoops, hand, arm raised against the forehead, the other soldier gropes in the dark, squats down, touches the ground, now he's by the wall, he moves his hand forward, clutches the soldier's heel and, waving his other arm, thrusts it towards the soldier's chest. He yells, struggles, flattened, nailed against the wall, the other soldier still holds his arm, his clenched fist in front of the chest ; the other ones stand in a circle around him, the crucified soldier struggles, all the front of his body is bare, his arms beat his chest, pull off, push away, his chest grows hollow, his belly comes out of the darkness, returns to it, sweat, black, runs along the penis, the muscles of the thighs, the nerves contract, grind (at night, during fucking, their sparkling under the skin, their whining, their foam) the soldier collapses, head against the wall, his hands jutting out, in jerks, from his chest\ldots +The youngest, a little blond guy, gets up, jumps out of the circle, rushes against the prison walls, his hands tremble before his eyes, he writhes against the wall, unfastens his belt, unbuttons his battledress, suddenly turns over, back to the wall, his trousers slipping down his knees, his jacket open and uncovering the right shoulder ; he strikes the ground with his army shoes, tilts his head, leaps sideways~: a soldier, opposite him, throws his arm towards the wall, steps back, bends, throws again his hand forward, the soldier by the wall, stoops, hand, arm raised against the forehead, the other soldier gropes in the dark, squats down, touches the ground, now he's by the wall, he moves his hand forward, clutches the soldier's heel and, waving his other arm, thrusts it towards the soldier's chest. He yells, struggles, flattened, nailed against the wall, the other soldier still holds his arm, his clenched fist in front of the chest ; the other ones stand in a circle around him, the crucified soldier struggles, all the front of his body is bare, his arms beat his chest, pull off, push away, his chest grows hollow, his belly comes out of the darkness, returns to it, sweat, black, runs along the penis, the muscles of the thighs, the nerves contract, grind (at night, during fucking, their sparkling under the skin, their whining, their foam) the soldier collapses, head against the wall, his hands jutting out, in jerks, from his chest\ldots I visit the jail, at dawn, under the threat of the relieving guard they confess their crime ; in their state of inebriation they played him\ldots @@ -2296,9 +2296,9 @@ After surgery, his knee heavy and tightly wrapped, Serge moves his lips, his hea The commandos are put in irons, inside the palace jail ; the people mutter around the palace, bite the guards' rifles, a group of young artists carry a red banner on which is painted a portrait of the slaughtered child. -At sunset, the governor, against the advice of all his officers --- one of them slapped him in the face ; immediately overpowered by the guards and thrown into a coal cellar --- decides to see Illiten. Two jeeps, an armoured car take Illiten, under El\"{o} and bring him back to Inamenas. On the way, children, pushed by the rebels, come out of the huts, wave little white and green flags ; the soldiers, standing straight in the half-track vehicles, keep silent : order given not to shoot. +At sunset, the governor, against the advice of all his officers --- one of them slapped him in the face ; immediately overpowered by the guards and thrown into a coal cellar --- decides to see Illiten. Two jeeps, an armoured car take Illiten, under El\"{o} and bring him back to Inamenas. On the way, children, pushed by the rebels, come out of the huts, wave little white and green flags ; the soldiers, standing straight in the half-track vehicles, keep silent~: order given not to shoot. -The convoy enters Inamenas, by the North gate, behind the pal-ace. It's the highest gate, the one leading to the mountains : consequently forbidden to the people. Illiten is pushed in the courtyard, he staggers over the white sand. +The convoy enters Inamenas, by the North gate, behind the pal-ace. It's the highest gate, the one leading to the mountains~: consequently forbidden to the people. Illiten is pushed in the courtyard, he staggers over the white sand. The governor, escorted by three guards standing upright against the columns in a clattering of breeches, comes down in the courtyard, a soldier grips Illiten's head, tilted back ; the governor steps forward, the guards draw aside ; a soldier, by the North gate, pushes away the naked children ; young boys, behind them, search for bits of bread and meat, in the gutters along the wall ; crows, heavy and shining like ingots, come out of the holes, above them, fly for a while inside the shade then, as soon as the sun touched them, rush back into their holes. @@ -2330,12 +2330,12 @@ Under the branches tied in strips of cloth wet by the evening mist, the cardinal --- He believes I'm stupid. He can say he's pure, he still is. His son too. Grandeur is natural to them. In front of Illiten he was even more of a rebel than that scoundrel. -Illiten lies on a bench, the sentry sits on the desk, one buttock on the inkwell, the other in the desk's hinge, his feet scraping the floor covered with sawdust and crushed chalk, his hands clutching the rifle barrel : he has eaten, his +Illiten lies on a bench, the sentry sits on the desk, one buttock on the inkwell, the other in the desk's hinge, his feet scraping the floor covered with sawdust and crushed chalk, his hands clutching the rifle barrel~: he has eaten, his mouth shines with fat and milk ; the guards throw their knives in the refectory's bamboo screen, grab the meat with their fingers and tear it in the cooking pot. In front of him, on the blackboard, a map of the mother country. A rat is moving inside the duster, on the platform. The soldier, eyes fixed on the rat, dozes off, his head falls back on his chest\ldots\ gets undressed in front of the bed, as for me, I'm under the sheets, covered with sweat, naked, I'm waiting for her ; the bra slips on her belly, gets caught to the panties she already unfastened baring the injured cunt and the bloody down ; she lays her hand on the sheet, at the place where my cock stands erect ; on the dressing table, her combs, her brushes, her scent bottles are shining ; in a stoneware basin --- I can see it in the mirror tilted towards the table --- a piece of meat is steaming. Strokes the sheet ; couples are laughing in the staircase. My working clothes, soiled, creased, she takes them and rubs them against her belly, she ties the jeans around her breast, she bites the buttons, she slips it on her head and passes her arms inside the legs, the panties and bra hang on her thigh ; she leans thus over me, all warm, I throw my arm around her waist and knock her down over me and I take her mouth, her breast rolls on the sheet, milk squirts out, she pulls the sheet and there she is, naked on my skin and the milk still flows, rolls on my belly, between my thighs, forms a soothing puddle under my buttocks, my loins, and my back, my cock grows soft ; her hair retires from my eyes, slide under my lashes like a thread under the nails ; I turn over, squat down, I push her under me, milk is dripping from my hips, I tear the bra and the panties soaked with sweat and I throw them on the ground, on my jeans and my shirt, I take my cock and I drive it halfway through her torn cunt, her hand hangs to the bars of the bed, settles on the stoneware basin, her fingers come closer to the meat, her nails draw a small cross on the steaming flesh, then tear it, her hand closes upon a black and pink shred, burning hot, her hand offers under my mouth, I lick the piece and bite into it, her head rises from the pillow, her mouth snaps up the piece, her teeth grapple on to it, her throat swells and mine at the same time as my cock, my sting touches and kills her heart\ldots On the blackboard, a map of the mother country ; the awoken soldier, shivering, his thighs moist, gets up, goes to the blackboard, pricks the rag with his rifle's barrel, his fingers brush the trail of the chalk ; the rat leaps, rolls under the platform ; kick from the soldier, little squeal, the soldier bursts out laughing, presses his weapon's barrel on the rat's back and, clenching his teeth, foam filling his lips and overflowing, he pushes the rat against his shoe, then underneath and slowly squashes its head ; he takes the rag, shakes it, above the rat, throws it to the ground, lifts his foot, wipes the sole on the rag, pushes the rat under the platform ; he bulges his cheeks, rubs his chalk-covered hand on his hip, squats down, pulls the rat by the tail, stands up again, comes closer to Illiten and throws the rat in his face ; the murmur of the trees and sand rises with the death of the sun. The soldier goes to lean against the window, he breathes ; a waiter from the mess wipes the table with a wet rag ; the soldier smells an odour of alcoholic vomit, he sees through the shutters the waiter's bare arm and the rag shining under the sandy moon, the taut muscles scintillate.under the fair hair ; the waiter, with his other hand, holds his nose, soiled foam runs on the wood of the table, the waiter, stripped to the waist, lying on the table, stretches out his arm, stops with his hand the flow of foam, sponges it up with the rag ; under the rags, the underpants stick out of the shorts when the waiter stretches his arm further and the soldier remembers his youngest brother, squatting, playing marbles\ldots -Above, the mirrors of the sun are clashing ; under the vault of the trees, with branches heavy with shivering magpies and crows, the tanks' tracks tear along the sand where leaves are running, lifted by a little land breeze ; the soldiers throw their knives in the slashed trunks ; the river : rafts on which blond families lie crucified, knees and breasts bare, are rotting in the still and petrified water, now and then fish jump, snatch a foot, a hand, a shred of dress ; under the water a dagger is vibrating. +Above, the mirrors of the sun are clashing ; under the vault of the trees, with branches heavy with shivering magpies and crows, the tanks' tracks tear along the sand where leaves are running, lifted by a little land breeze ; the soldiers throw their knives in the slashed trunks ; the river~: rafts on which blond families lie crucified, knees and breasts bare, are rotting in the still and petrified water, now and then fish jump, snatch a foot, a hand, a shred of dress ; under the water a dagger is vibrating. The tanks are moving through the plain. @@ -2391,7 +2391,7 @@ I get out of bed, I lay my bare foot on the bedside rug, underneath, two small b --- You're a filthy whore, a filthy whore. -She looks down, puts her hand on my cock, I go to the window, I am strong ; in two weeks my arms became hard, my belly has well developed muscles, that whore, I hurt her, the bones of my belly smothered the public baby germinating inside her entrails ; wind blows down along her hips ; flags are flapping under the searchlights : \speech{I too, am a prisoner}, I feel cold, my nape is itching under the hair. +She looks down, puts her hand on my cock, I go to the window, I am strong ; in two weeks my arms became hard, my belly has well developed muscles, that whore, I hurt her, the bones of my belly smothered the public baby germinating inside her entrails ; wind blows down along her hips ; flags are flapping under the searchlights~: \speech{I too, am a prisoner}, I feel cold, my nape is itching under the hair. --- You've been allowed to come and kiss me~? @@ -2403,13 +2403,13 @@ She looks down, puts her hand on my cock, I go to the window, I am strong ; in t --- You were caught with weapons. ----I crossed ruins, rivers, dead bodies ; here I found a platoon, they say : \speech{Let's fight, come back to our motherland to defend our daughters and our wives.} I say : \speech{They raped and killed mummy, raped and killed Marien, threw Hans into a fire hydrant.} +---I crossed ruins, rivers, dead bodies ; here I found a platoon, they say~: \speech{Let's fight, come back to our motherland to defend our daughters and our wives.} I say~: \speech{They raped and killed mummy, raped and killed Marien, threw Hans into a fire hydrant.} I'm sitting on the grass, worms are squashed by the rifle butts on the black earth ; down there the sky is red, birds shoot out of the bushes ; the following day at dawn, I get caught. The window swivels and stops on my thigh. -\ldots\ I'm hungry, I leap into the orchards, I eat the green fruits, I hide behind the hanging sheets flapping in the night, above the shiny stones, the moon flees with the clouds ; the soapy water runs along the sheets, I crouch down, a hand settles on my wet buttocks, very gently like a bird alighting before shooting off again ; the hand slides under my buttocks, moves up along my thighs ; on the horizon, a shadow rises, beyond the forests, like a wing, like a huge fin ; the hand's voice says : \speech{It's finished ; they've got their victory. Let's die.} +\ldots\ I'm hungry, I leap into the orchards, I eat the green fruits, I hide behind the hanging sheets flapping in the night, above the shiny stones, the moon flees with the clouds ; the soapy water runs along the sheets, I crouch down, a hand settles on my wet buttocks, very gently like a bird alighting before shooting off again ; the hand slides under my buttocks, moves up along my thighs ; on the horizon, a shadow rises, beyond the forests, like a wing, like a huge fin ; the hand's voice says~: \speech{It's finished ; they've got their victory. Let's die.} The hand knocks me down over a tall crouching officer, between his thighs, my elbows running against the knees ; I struggle~: @@ -2419,23 +2419,23 @@ He hugs me against his chest, I shake my head, his hand moves down on my belly~: --- But before, I want to fuck you. -I feel his cock harden under the uniform cloth, press upon my buttocks, I look down, my hair falls back on his hand, I bite it with all my teeth, he lets go, I escape, his saliva dries on my nape, I run, I dive in the barbed wire, I scream ; my bare toe, my navel, my knees are bleeding, the tall officer runs after me, I push the fence, I close it again, he's running, his medals, his stripes, his buckles sparkle under the moon ; the pistol holster beats on his hip ; I hate the colour of his uniform ; Mummy says : \speech{They kill children, they throw them into pits of fire.} +I feel his cock harden under the uniform cloth, press upon my buttocks, I look down, my hair falls back on his hand, I bite it with all my teeth, he lets go, I escape, his saliva dries on my nape, I run, I dive in the barbed wire, I scream ; my bare toe, my navel, my knees are bleeding, the tall officer runs after me, I push the fence, I close it again, he's running, his medals, his stripes, his buckles sparkle under the moon ; the pistol holster beats on his hip ; I hate the colour of his uniform ; Mummy says~: \speech{They kill children, they throw them into pits of fire.} -Daddy says : \speech{I love my chief, those children aren't even little dogs.} +Daddy says~: \speech{I love my chief, those children aren't even little dogs.} -A soldier, his eyes are slanted, he has fur around his hands, a soldier shows Marien and throws out his belly, daddy steps forward, he holds her tight against the wall, he says : \speech{Don't be scared, it's nothing.} +A soldier, his eyes are slanted, he has fur around his hands, a soldier shows Marien and throws out his belly, daddy steps forward, he holds her tight against the wall, he says~: \speech{Don't be scared, it's nothing.} -They slaughter mummy with Hans in the pigsty, a soldier holds me hands tied behind my back ; daddy opens his trousers, Marien is trembling, I scream, I dash forward, foam spatters my nostrils, my bare throat : \speech{Don't do that. Marien, strangle him. Kill him, Marien.}, she utters a little groan, she quivers, her feet contract in the mud, the soldiers laugh around us, their fair hair wet with wine ; Marien's head falls on daddy's shoulder, he grows rigid, the head jumps ; a tall soldier holding a chipped glass in hand leaps on daddy from behind, draws a sabre from his belt, I become silent, burning tears gush, flow on my cheeks, on the hands of the soldier holding me ; the tall soldier raises his sabre, drives it into the back of daddy who flings his right arm on his loins and hits the sabre sinking, running through Marien and bending against the stone ; both bodies collapse, the soldier holding the sabre is flung on them, forwards ; the poplars are on fire, the pigs squealing between the trunks, soldiers shoot them point blank, the animals start, bump into the trunks, ashes, embers slide along the branches and fall on the animals' backs, on their flanks ; then large embers, blazing branches, the tops fall in, the soldiers throw them, sweep them up, push them over the pigs ; the pigs burn until evening, the soldiers with hayforks hook their bodies, pull them on the fresh grass, cut them up and wolf them still burning hot, spit out the raw bits ; the grass is littered with shreds of charred bones ; I am drunk, they open my mouth, fill it with meat, caress the border of my lips, my shoulders ; my eyes are cooked ; they cram a helmet around my head and bang on it with their sabres and guns ; a drunken soldier, over there, in the light of the glowing fire, drags my mother's body by the feet around the fire, along the embers ; poplars break down on the pond's icy water, ash walks on grass, I hold out my arms towards the flames, the soldier's hands clutch my chest beneath the arms, mummy turns her eyes towards me ; Hans' feet and knees are sticking out of the pigsty ; mummy's head is jumping on the pebbles ; the lilac burns against the pigsty ; the fire takes underwater, the clouds flee towards the sea : \speech{Do not avenge us, live, love, love\ldots}, the soldier with his foot pushes her into the fire, her shoulder sizzles under the fangs\ldots +They slaughter mummy with Hans in the pigsty, a soldier holds me hands tied behind my back ; daddy opens his trousers, Marien is trembling, I scream, I dash forward, foam spatters my nostrils, my bare throat~: \speech{Don't do that. Marien, strangle him. Kill him, Marien.}, she utters a little groan, she quivers, her feet contract in the mud, the soldiers laugh around us, their fair hair wet with wine ; Marien's head falls on daddy's shoulder, he grows rigid, the head jumps ; a tall soldier holding a chipped glass in hand leaps on daddy from behind, draws a sabre from his belt, I become silent, burning tears gush, flow on my cheeks, on the hands of the soldier holding me ; the tall soldier raises his sabre, drives it into the back of daddy who flings his right arm on his loins and hits the sabre sinking, running through Marien and bending against the stone ; both bodies collapse, the soldier holding the sabre is flung on them, forwards ; the poplars are on fire, the pigs squealing between the trunks, soldiers shoot them point blank, the animals start, bump into the trunks, ashes, embers slide along the branches and fall on the animals' backs, on their flanks ; then large embers, blazing branches, the tops fall in, the soldiers throw them, sweep them up, push them over the pigs ; the pigs burn until evening, the soldiers with hayforks hook their bodies, pull them on the fresh grass, cut them up and wolf them still burning hot, spit out the raw bits ; the grass is littered with shreds of charred bones ; I am drunk, they open my mouth, fill it with meat, caress the border of my lips, my shoulders ; my eyes are cooked ; they cram a helmet around my head and bang on it with their sabres and guns ; a drunken soldier, over there, in the light of the glowing fire, drags my mother's body by the feet around the fire, along the embers ; poplars break down on the pond's icy water, ash walks on grass, I hold out my arms towards the flames, the soldier's hands clutch my chest beneath the arms, mummy turns her eyes towards me ; Hans' feet and knees are sticking out of the pigsty ; mummy's head is jumping on the pebbles ; the lilac burns against the pigsty ; the fire takes underwater, the clouds flee towards the sea~: \speech{Do not avenge us, live, love, love\ldots}, the soldier with his foot pushes her into the fire, her shoulder sizzles under the fangs\ldots \ldots\speech{Come and warm yourself up against me, come.} -I go to the door, I raise my arm, my fist makes the plasterwork crumble, in the mirror I see the sweat on my forehead, she opens her arms to me, I fling myself upon her, I devour her, my fist covered with plaster parts the lips of her cunt : \speech{How many men devour you day and night~?\ldots}, I hit her on the face, I twist her breasts, I pull her head over them, my thumbs groove her belly : \speech{You love me because I'm abandoned, because I bring you the smell of wind} then I make love to her, we make love among the motionless things, the window shuts off the noise of the waterfall, her belly, her breasts, her shoulders, under me, fish in the golden sweat : \speech{Because I have nothing you can love, except my skin, my eyes, my hair, my sperm.} +I go to the door, I raise my arm, my fist makes the plasterwork crumble, in the mirror I see the sweat on my forehead, she opens her arms to me, I fling myself upon her, I devour her, my fist covered with plaster parts the lips of her cunt~: \speech{How many men devour you day and night~?\ldots}, I hit her on the face, I twist her breasts, I pull her head over them, my thumbs groove her belly~: \speech{You love me because I'm abandoned, because I bring you the smell of wind} then I make love to her, we make love among the motionless things, the window shuts off the noise of the waterfall, her belly, her breasts, her shoulders, under me, fish in the golden sweat~: \speech{Because I have nothing you can love, except my skin, my eyes, my hair, my sperm.} Ah~! I crawl over the sea, I feel proud beside my captain, our horses are touching one another ; inside the jeep, I eat a biscuit, red silex spatters the blue sky, plants, flowers discharge their milk, their sap, grass where emerald flows, is covered with beetles ; my hand hangs on the burning sheet iron, my fingers hit the ted reflector, the powdery cherries, they explode, the lieutenant's cheek is spattered, blood wets his shirt's collar, but he smiles, he speaks to the driver, he looks back, smiles and speaks to me, his lips are moving, saliva shines at the corner of his lips~: --- Lieutenant, you're not wounded~? -I feel proud, the jeep runs on the rustling wheat, on the robes of anointing ; shame covers me like blood. No more shame, my glory ; on the grass corpses are burning, petrol explodes in the afternoon, birds assemble in the dark and cool bottom of the valley and sing when the bodies burn ; gibbets, telegraph poles, blocks crumble in the fire ; a ray of light runs on the snow, along the slope ; soldiers grip our necks : \speech{See what you've done} ; outside the circle of fire, a dead baby shrivelled up on the grass, his foot charred ; I'm standing behind a tall woman in a coat, I bend behind her hips, she laughs, her hips are trembling : inside the blaze, a long and thin leg springs forward, then an arm towards the foot ; the woman bursts out laughing, a soldier pushes me away, hits the woman's shoulder, with his rifle butt, he has spring foliage on his helmet ; the woman falls, head forward in the blaze ; her arms flame, sizzle like paper, ash hovers above the bodies, in the quivering of flames, like a swarm of inebriated insects. +I feel proud, the jeep runs on the rustling wheat, on the robes of anointing ; shame covers me like blood. No more shame, my glory ; on the grass corpses are burning, petrol explodes in the afternoon, birds assemble in the dark and cool bottom of the valley and sing when the bodies burn ; gibbets, telegraph poles, blocks crumble in the fire ; a ray of light runs on the snow, along the slope ; soldiers grip our necks~: \speech{See what you've done} ; outside the circle of fire, a dead baby shrivelled up on the grass, his foot charred ; I'm standing behind a tall woman in a coat, I bend behind her hips, she laughs, her hips are trembling~: inside the blaze, a long and thin leg springs forward, then an arm towards the foot ; the woman bursts out laughing, a soldier pushes me away, hits the woman's shoulder, with his rifle butt, he has spring foliage on his helmet ; the woman falls, head forward in the blaze ; her arms flame, sizzle like paper, ash hovers above the bodies, in the quivering of flames, like a swarm of inebriated insects. I'm facing the fire, the soldier grabs me by the shoulders, he makes me swing round, and pushes me through the villagers ; an officer is reading a map in his jeep, he looks up, takes my chin, in his fingers ; a very young woman is sitting next to him on the canvas cushions, she gets out of the jeep, she comes to me, the soldier salutes~: @@ -2455,25 +2455,25 @@ She lifts me in her arms, climbs into the jeep~: I fall asleep. -In the evening I'm lying in a deck chair, facing a forest border on the terrace of a large house of gilded wood streaming with resin : bees are shining against the hanging, flapping sheets ; the grass snarls ; on my toes, two vipers, intertwined. +In the evening I'm lying in a deck chair, facing a forest border on the terrace of a large house of gilded wood streaming with resin~: bees are shining against the hanging, flapping sheets ; the grass snarls ; on my toes, two vipers, intertwined. She comes out of the house, her hands settle on the deck chair, brush my shoulders ; the officer is sitting on my right ; on his knee covered with a handkerchief, his dismantled weapon which he's cleaning without a word~: --- That awful smell doesn't come as far as here. -She guides me inside the house, makes me sit in the kitchen and brings me fruits, eggs and milk : she watches me eating, sitting in front of me, lowering her eyelids when I look up towards her ; the officer comes in, opens a drawer, takes a knife~: +She guides me inside the house, makes me sit in the kitchen and brings me fruits, eggs and milk~: she watches me eating, sitting in front of me, lowering her eyelids when I look up towards her ; the officer comes in, opens a drawer, takes a knife~: --- For your weapon~? Oh~! darling\ldots She wipes my lips with a blue paper napkin, standing behind me, she grabs my head in her hands and drops a kiss in my hair, she leads me upstairs, in a red room ; a bed by the window with opened sheets ; she leaves me in the middle of the room, I step towards the bed, drawn by the whiteness and the soft scent of the sheets ; she opens the cupboard, takes a pair of pyjamas, comes closer to the bed, I sit on it, my knees are trembling, she sits against me, her arm around my shoulders, her fingers touch my cheek, her breast warms my forearm ; her other hand unbuttons my shirt, both her hands take it off and fold it on the bed, pull my underpants, arms raised high ; the sky is golden above the trees ; the pyjamas jacket brushes my chest ; the young woman is now at my feet ; she removes my sandals, then I get up and unfasten my belt, my shorts fall on my knees ; as she is crouching, the top of her dress, loosened, uncovers her breasts slightly ; a ray of light comes in from the window, crosses the floor as far as below her, lighting her dress from underneath and I see her thighs through it. -At night, I cry in my bed, I moan, she pushes the door open, sits on my bed, her hand covers my burning forehead, she draws crosses on it : \speech{my fat one, my fat one\ldots}, her disheveled hair flows on my shoulder, on her night gown ; on the waist, the hips, on the breasts, slight marks of fingers : the officer's embrace, his hands still smeared with rifle grease, the sweat under his belt, on his chest and under his arms ; my foot, under the sheet, touches her thigh ; her lips tremble ; the tops of the fir trees, black, shaking, throw their nests to the ground ; the small birds cry tumbling down from one bough to another, yes, I can hear them and the murmur of the green torrents and the screams of the blind at the edge of the glowing fires. +At night, I cry in my bed, I moan, she pushes the door open, sits on my bed, her hand covers my burning forehead, she draws crosses on it~: \speech{my fat one, my fat one\ldots}, her disheveled hair flows on my shoulder, on her night gown ; on the waist, the hips, on the breasts, slight marks of fingers~: the officer's embrace, his hands still smeared with rifle grease, the sweat under his belt, on his chest and under his arms ; my foot, under the sheet, touches her thigh ; her lips tremble ; the tops of the fir trees, black, shaking, throw their nests to the ground ; the small birds cry tumbling down from one bough to another, yes, I can hear them and the murmur of the green torrents and the screams of the blind at the edge of the glowing fires. A rather brutal voice calls her from the end of the corridor~: --- Darling, come, you'll catch cold. -She gives a start, her voice becomes more tender, the young woman draws a new cross on my forehead, she gets up, bends over, sets her lips on my cheek ; she goes out of the room, leaves the door half-opened and I listen : she lies on the bed, the young man draws her against him~: +She gives a start, her voice becomes more tender, the young woman draws a new cross on my forehead, she gets up, bends over, sets her lips on my cheek ; she goes out of the room, leaves the door half-opened and I listen~: she lies on the bed, the young man draws her against him~: --- Tomorrow, they will take me and hand me over to the Scythians. @@ -2483,9 +2483,9 @@ So, I get up, I wait for the middle of the night, the end of their embraces, I p \bigbreak -In the cardinal's palace, the waiters lift the porcelain and silver dishes over the general's shoulder ; at the beginning of the dinner, the darkened courtyard, below the dining room windows, became filled with screams, calls, laughter : the little castrati are playing ball, sparrowhawk, bars ; the general feels sorry that the dinner started, he imagines the thighs tightly fitted in flannel, the locks stuck on the forehead by sweat, the little throats beating and hoarse ; the waiters are aware of the general's desire ; they promise the best pieces, extra dishes, refuge in the kitchens during the compulsory games, to the little castrati singled out by the general in the ranks, provided that they let themselves by him be fondled and hugged, without a cry. +In the cardinal's palace, the waiters lift the porcelain and silver dishes over the general's shoulder ; at the beginning of the dinner, the darkened courtyard, below the dining room windows, became filled with screams, calls, laughter~: the little castrati are playing ball, sparrowhawk, bars ; the general feels sorry that the dinner started, he imagines the thighs tightly fitted in flannel, the locks stuck on the forehead by sweat, the little throats beating and hoarse ; the waiters are aware of the general's desire ; they promise the best pieces, extra dishes, refuge in the kitchens during the compulsory games, to the little castrati singled out by the general in the ranks, provided that they let themselves by him be fondled and hugged, without a cry. -The waiters are very young soldiers : behind the general they utter little groans, they yelp, hollow and bulge their belly ; the cardinal is deaf, half-blind ; at times, even, the general, very furtively, lets his elbow lean on a waiter's hip ; before dinner, he left the cardinal who was inquiring \speech{about his always slightly worried soul} ; he went down to the basement, pushed the kitchen door : the waiters, in shorts rolled up to the pockets, bending over the ranges, drive their hands in the steam ; a waiter cuts a quarter of meat, in the far end, in a small alcove lit by a blood-spattered bulb ; his shorts are smeared with fat and blood, his half-opened shirt and the front of his shorts are bloody, covered with shreds of nerve, the down on his lips and cheeks, his chin, shine with a pink sweat of blood ; the general steps forward, bends his head under the alcove's lintel, the waiter drops his knives and springs to attention, his fingers fiddling with the shorts' hem ; a button hangs on a thread between the thighs ; the general looks downwards~: +The waiters are very young soldiers~: behind the general they utter little groans, they yelp, hollow and bulge their belly ; the cardinal is deaf, half-blind ; at times, even, the general, very furtively, lets his elbow lean on a waiter's hip ; before dinner, he left the cardinal who was inquiring \speech{about his always slightly worried soul} ; he went down to the basement, pushed the kitchen door~: the waiters, in shorts rolled up to the pockets, bending over the ranges, drive their hands in the steam ; a waiter cuts a quarter of meat, in the far end, in a small alcove lit by a blood-spattered bulb ; his shorts are smeared with fat and blood, his half-opened shirt and the front of his shorts are bloody, covered with shreds of nerve, the down on his lips and cheeks, his chin, shine with a pink sweat of blood ; the general steps forward, bends his head under the alcove's lintel, the waiter drops his knives and springs to attention, his fingers fiddling with the shorts' hem ; a button hangs on a thread between the thighs ; the general looks downwards~: --- Watch your clothes, sew that button on again. @@ -2495,7 +2495,7 @@ The general moves his hands towards the waiter's belly, touches the shorts, catc --- Continue your work. -The waiter bends over his stall, takes his knives, waves them and thrusts them in the meat quarter ; the general turns round, goes inside the kitchen, walks along the buttocks and bare legs of the cooks bending over the ranges. His eyes see and take in the curve of the cheek, the fluttering of the eyelids and lashes, the root, through the vapour, of the shoulder, the sweat, mixed with steam, running along the veins of the neck, the hip's roll of fat, over the belt, the soaked, crumpled shirt, turned up on both sides, the sweat at the hollow of the knee, the hem of the shorts tucked up as far as the root of the buttock, the motion of the shoulders on the stretched shirt, the swell of the collarbone beginning at the veins of the neck ; the general quivers, on the edge of those palpitations ; his hip, his knee, his thigh, his arm, his shoulder, his temple are roused : \speech{To fling myself upon these bodies ready for pleasure, embrace these strong and moist backs, flatten my belly against these buttocks, these moving thighs, my hands clinging to their hips, my fingers pressing on the belly, hollowing it down to the cock, pulling the hair, my nails scraping the sweat between the hair, then my hand opening up and passing beneath the cock and closing itself again on the balls ; the other hand holding the cock and feeling it grow hard, and taut and burning and red like red-hot iron ; eat, lick the down, the hair on the nape, above the ear, nibble the ear, my tongue burrow inside, that tickling arouse the boy, a quivering run through his body burning and covered with sweat, my shoulders shiver, my eyes prick, the tears well up and flow along the boy's temples, and he, turn his head slightly and drink them ; my tongue still burrowing into his ear, and his cock beat in my hand. All the other ones sprawled across the tiled floor, in the coal, the crushed peelings and the gluey steam, legs spread apart, hands caught in the shorts' grimy hem and pulling it and uncovering the shadow of the cock and the light from the basement window and from the reddening lamp making the sweat scintillate on that shadow my lips are waiting for ; they're writhing on the tiles, backs arched ; only shoulders, napes and heels touching the tiles, --- offering their thighs and their bellies, shirt tucked up and flowing as far as the chin, stifling the mouth ; they turn over and over, the shorts' cloth cracks, the seams set free the imprisoned skin, dishwater found in the afternoon ; they roll, they embrace each other, the shorts crack, tear, the legs intertwine ; slide one upon another, slowly, after the spasms, like snakes piled up after the rush for spoils\ldots} +The waiter bends over his stall, takes his knives, waves them and thrusts them in the meat quarter ; the general turns round, goes inside the kitchen, walks along the buttocks and bare legs of the cooks bending over the ranges. His eyes see and take in the curve of the cheek, the fluttering of the eyelids and lashes, the root, through the vapour, of the shoulder, the sweat, mixed with steam, running along the veins of the neck, the hip's roll of fat, over the belt, the soaked, crumpled shirt, turned up on both sides, the sweat at the hollow of the knee, the hem of the shorts tucked up as far as the root of the buttock, the motion of the shoulders on the stretched shirt, the swell of the collarbone beginning at the veins of the neck ; the general quivers, on the edge of those palpitations ; his hip, his knee, his thigh, his arm, his shoulder, his temple are roused~: \speech{To fling myself upon these bodies ready for pleasure, embrace these strong and moist backs, flatten my belly against these buttocks, these moving thighs, my hands clinging to their hips, my fingers pressing on the belly, hollowing it down to the cock, pulling the hair, my nails scraping the sweat between the hair, then my hand opening up and passing beneath the cock and closing itself again on the balls ; the other hand holding the cock and feeling it grow hard, and taut and burning and red like red-hot iron ; eat, lick the down, the hair on the nape, above the ear, nibble the ear, my tongue burrow inside, that tickling arouse the boy, a quivering run through his body burning and covered with sweat, my shoulders shiver, my eyes prick, the tears well up and flow along the boy's temples, and he, turn his head slightly and drink them ; my tongue still burrowing into his ear, and his cock beat in my hand. All the other ones sprawled across the tiled floor, in the coal, the crushed peelings and the gluey steam, legs spread apart, hands caught in the shorts' grimy hem and pulling it and uncovering the shadow of the cock and the light from the basement window and from the reddening lamp making the sweat scintillate on that shadow my lips are waiting for ; they're writhing on the tiles, backs arched ; only shoulders, napes and heels touching the tiles, --- offering their thighs and their bellies, shirt tucked up and flowing as far as the chin, stifling the mouth ; they turn over and over, the shorts' cloth cracks, the seams set free the imprisoned skin, dishwater found in the afternoon ; they roll, they embrace each other, the shorts crack, tear, the legs intertwine ; slide one upon another, slowly, after the spasms, like snakes piled up after the rush for spoils\ldots} --- General, what are you dreaming about~? @@ -2515,13 +2515,13 @@ The waiter bends over his stall, takes his knives, waves them and thrusts them i The cardinal puts his hand in a trumpet against his ear~: ---- I said : God sees them naked and white the way he created them. +--- I said~: God sees them naked and white the way he created them. --- Yes, God sees us all beautiful and white. --- \ldots Hug them to the last, strike, have him flogged he who passes the palm of his bloodstained hand on his lips, kill him with these knives ; kill all the innocent, then a great peace of mind covers me, green air covers the world. -Shortly before nightfall, dinner coming to its end, the bushes open along the empty courtyard, release rebels, who jumped from the walls, having run by dusk on the warm terraces of the archbishop's palace ; they move forward through the garden, a light rifle in hand ; around the ponds, the earth is damp under their espadrilles ; the general has heard them leap ; he got up, he goes to the window, he sees the bushes trembling. The cardinal picks up his napkin, gets up, his soutane gets caught under the chair, he staggers : \speech{General, general\ldots}, he whines, he holds out his arm towards the door, he throws his napkin on the table, two glasses clink, the general looks back~: +Shortly before nightfall, dinner coming to its end, the bushes open along the empty courtyard, release rebels, who jumped from the walls, having run by dusk on the warm terraces of the archbishop's palace ; they move forward through the garden, a light rifle in hand ; around the ponds, the earth is damp under their espadrilles ; the general has heard them leap ; he got up, he goes to the window, he sees the bushes trembling. The cardinal picks up his napkin, gets up, his soutane gets caught under the chair, he staggers~: \speech{General, general\ldots}, he whines, he holds out his arm towards the door, he throws his napkin on the table, two glasses clink, the general looks back~: --- Do not fear anything, your Eminence. @@ -2533,7 +2533,7 @@ He picks up the field telephone~: A shot, rifle fire, the general pushes the cardinal in the corridor, the sisters, with little shrieks, surround him, join their hands, the cardinal starts praying, his gaze fixed on the cellar's small staircase. The guard marches into the garden, a rebel soldier falls, then another, the rebels run under moonlight, the sentries run on the top of the walls ; in the corridor --- the cellar's cool enters her dress --- the youngest sister claps her hands, then her face freezes, she dashes forward, escapes from the outstretched arms trying to stop her, runs towards a window under which the general is crouching, the phone on his knees, watching the battle under the moon~: -A guard and a rebel are struggling by the pond, blood reddens the still water ; the general catches the little sister by the arm, she resists then bends down, the general leans against her shoulder, she slaps him in the face and flees ; the general puts his hand on his cheek : \speech{Those women, those women\ldots\ the boys are more manageable\ldots} The little sister crosses the kitchen, the waiters are lying behind the ranges, pushes the glazed door, dashes into the garden, the orangerie is lit up, the black young man is holding back the little castrati, both hands pressed on the door's lintel ; the sister runs along the bushes, the general is phoning the palace, the reinforcements --- twenty sleepy, drunken men ---, are pushed into the truck that drops them by the archbishop's palace gates ; the little sister runs towards the two who are fighting by the pond, throws herself against them, they're fighting with knives. She throws herself against them, her breast taking their blood ; her head bumps against their shoulders, sinks into their chests, her bloodstained cornet breaks ; the little sister thus lets her head weigh between the two fighters, uttering little bird's cries, then --- the knives are brushing her cheeks --- with one hand, she makes the cornet slide and unbuttons the top of her dress ; her hair flows out of the cornet, into her half-opened dress ; the young girl draws herself up, rises, bulges her chest, the soldier lets go of the rebel, his hand gripping the knife, moves down, touches the young girl's breast, the blade brushes the other breast, the young girl groans. The rebel lays his hand on the top of the breast, the two knives chink under her neck, the fresh blades, wet with pink blood, brush her throbbing veins ; the soldier's hand opens up on her breast ; the rebel's hand touches the soldier's hand, over the young girl's bare breast. +A guard and a rebel are struggling by the pond, blood reddens the still water ; the general catches the little sister by the arm, she resists then bends down, the general leans against her shoulder, she slaps him in the face and flees ; the general puts his hand on his cheek~: \speech{Those women, those women\ldots\ the boys are more manageable\ldots} The little sister crosses the kitchen, the waiters are lying behind the ranges, pushes the glazed door, dashes into the garden, the orangerie is lit up, the black young man is holding back the little castrati, both hands pressed on the door's lintel ; the sister runs along the bushes, the general is phoning the palace, the reinforcements --- twenty sleepy, drunken men ---, are pushed into the truck that drops them by the archbishop's palace gates ; the little sister runs towards the two who are fighting by the pond, throws herself against them, they're fighting with knives. She throws herself against them, her breast taking their blood ; her head bumps against their shoulders, sinks into their chests, her bloodstained cornet breaks ; the little sister thus lets her head weigh between the two fighters, uttering little bird's cries, then --- the knives are brushing her cheeks --- with one hand, she makes the cornet slide and unbuttons the top of her dress ; her hair flows out of the cornet, into her half-opened dress ; the young girl draws herself up, rises, bulges her chest, the soldier lets go of the rebel, his hand gripping the knife, moves down, touches the young girl's breast, the blade brushes the other breast, the young girl groans. The rebel lays his hand on the top of the breast, the two knives chink under her neck, the fresh blades, wet with pink blood, brush her throbbing veins ; the soldier's hand opens up on her breast ; the rebel's hand touches the soldier's hand, over the young girl's bare breast. The dragonflies, chased out of the bushes by the fight, soar over the reddened water. The young girl with her tightly wrapped head, sees their black tails rise under the fluttering wings ; the two young men breathe heavily, their chests rise along the young girl's temples. @@ -2545,11 +2545,11 @@ The crouching general squeezes the telephone between his knees ; the cardinal an % TODO where does this speech end? -\speech{\ldots tear off that costume, burn those badges, the one with the butcher's knife, push them in the fire, crouching, a glow on my forehead, I opening silently the door, my foot still inside the blue room, walk towards him, lay my hands on his buttocks then on his warm and pink brow : do you want to set up a boys' brothel with me~? --- With buckets in the courtyard and manure for the clients~? --- Yes, but you, the master after me, a whip in your hand, a tiger's hide between the thighs, you, up on a wooden balcony, you command the theatre ; you eat from my plate, you drink from my glass, you lick the grain in my hand ; two black boys throw sand on the ergastulum --- Are you willing to do it~? +\speech{\ldots tear off that costume, burn those badges, the one with the butcher's knife, push them in the fire, crouching, a glow on my forehead, I opening silently the door, my foot still inside the blue room, walk towards him, lay my hands on his buttocks then on his warm and pink brow~: do you want to set up a boys' brothel with me~? --- With buckets in the courtyard and manure for the clients~? --- Yes, but you, the master after me, a whip in your hand, a tiger's hide between the thighs, you, up on a wooden balcony, you command the theatre ; you eat from my plate, you drink from my glass, you lick the grain in my hand ; two black boys throw sand on the ergastulum --- Are you willing to do it~? I bring him against me, I hug him against me, he slavers on my cheek. Now I will put on my pilgrim's robe, he gets up by my side, his hardened cock against my thigh ; under his nails, the smell of sperm ; head tilted back, hair flowing on my wrists, mouth half-opened, where did you learn how to make love so well~? --- Since I'm born, all raped me under the blue sun, they knocked me down on earth made colourless by means of so much light, my back, my belly against the dying flies, their cock penetrates as far as my heart, when they withdraw it, my belly burns ; the flies, piled up on the shit, in the cesspools, above us, shoot out, satiated, of the darkness and come down on our intertwined bodies, they vibrate, scream, drawn by the smell of sperm ; my prince knocked down under me your words lifting my chest, your wrath under my knees, sealed one to another, and the wind racing from the plain's end and blackening the wheats, child one thousand times raped, moulded, inebriated, your vomit, in the afternoon, on the stairs, other men waiting for you at the bar and stroking a gleaming bottle, their gaze fixed between your thighs, child fed with sperm, your underpants are drying on a clothes line, above the dozing boys, mixed all naked on the sheet\ldots} -The soldiers beat off the rebels beyond the walls, sergeants order fire, the soldiers fire in the trees, the sergeants call the general ; straightening himself up, phone in hand, comes closer to the kitchen door ; the rebels flee in the streets of the upper city ; the little castrati are moaning by the orangery door ; near the pond, the rebel and the soldier are stroking the young girl's breast : \speech{Leave now, they might see you}, the soldier pushes the rebel back, the young girl's hand settles on the rebel's thigh ; the sentries burst out laughing, from the top of the walls~: +The soldiers beat off the rebels beyond the walls, sergeants order fire, the soldiers fire in the trees, the sergeants call the general ; straightening himself up, phone in hand, comes closer to the kitchen door ; the rebels flee in the streets of the upper city ; the little castrati are moaning by the orangery door ; near the pond, the rebel and the soldier are stroking the young girl's breast~: \speech{Leave now, they might see you}, the soldier pushes the rebel back, the young girl's hand settles on the rebel's thigh ; the sentries burst out laughing, from the top of the walls~: --- Comrades, let's go and scare the cardinal, and show ourselves naked to the nuns~! @@ -2583,7 +2583,7 @@ She hugs the soldier, bites his mouth, her fingers cling to the soldier's shirt, --- Free me, open me, I've not been created yet. -Her fingers turn on the soldier's thighs, caress the hips ; brush the swelling of the cloth between the thighs, only the palm touching the cloth and the raised fingers tremble, moved by the halo of sweat and the quivering of the muscles ; their gasping wheezes in the centre of the boxtree, like a lonely fire in the cool of evening : the soldier squats down, the young girl's hand rolls between his thighs, he grabs it, he raises it to his lips, nibbles between the phalanxes then lays it and presses it on the lower part of his belly, then she feels the throbbing of the cock under the cloth, they roll together on the deserted earth. +Her fingers turn on the soldier's thighs, caress the hips ; brush the swelling of the cloth between the thighs, only the palm touching the cloth and the raised fingers tremble, moved by the halo of sweat and the quivering of the muscles ; their gasping wheezes in the centre of the boxtree, like a lonely fire in the cool of evening~: the soldier squats down, the young girl's hand rolls between his thighs, he grabs it, he raises it to his lips, nibbles between the phalanxes then lays it and presses it on the lower part of his belly, then she feels the throbbing of the cock under the cloth, they roll together on the deserted earth. He, unfastens his belt, unbuttons his battledress ; she, spreads her legs, raises herself up a bit on her back, her head, blood withdraws from her hands ; he tucks up the dress, tears the petticoat, his fingers pull the material and, torn, pink, blue, graze the earth, come back on the belly, move up as far as the breasts, come down again along the hips ; he thrusts his arms under the dress, rolls them in that imprisoned heat ; she, a bit of foam whitens the corner of the lips. @@ -2609,7 +2609,7 @@ He wipes his fingers on the shreds of her dress, he gets up again, he parts the --- Tear, eat, filthy God, Virgin, your poisoned waters\ldots\ all the soldiers\ldots\ Part, bite, devour, Aurelio, I never prayed. Saint Francis and his bloody mice paws. At night I didn't pray ; all the soldiers undress me, I lay the crucifix between my thighs, the soldier spits on it, his saliva mixes with my liquids, with the tears of my little mouth, caressed, touched, by your fingers, bitten by your teeth, your tongue penetrates, lifts the lips of my little mouth, your nostrils tucked up on the mop of hair, your eyes, your lashes brush my belly ; Christ's head between your lips and my little pleasure mouth, ivory head and black wood, fianc\'ee of Christ, lips of Christ, hard and cold on my little mouth. Arouse him, my soldier\ldots -She laughs, her feet beat the ground, the sergeants part the boxtrees, she writhes, crucified, legs bare, spread apart, blood sparkles on her knees ; the sergeants come closer, bend down, her hand rises, catches a pistol, and brings it over her forehead : \speech{God almighty, grab that pistol from her, her body's still warm\ldots} +She laughs, her feet beat the ground, the sergeants part the boxtrees, she writhes, crucified, legs bare, spread apart, blood sparkles on her knees ; the sergeants come closer, bend down, her hand rises, catches a pistol, and brings it over her forehead~: \speech{God almighty, grab that pistol from her, her body's still warm\ldots} {\sloppy The soldier snatches the pistol, throws it under the boxtree, spread his hands on the young girl's belly, the other one lies down next to her, he takes the young girl's head in his hands, pulls it towards him, kisses the already white lips, his jaws roll on the girl's cheeks ; the one caressing the belly leans over, brings his lips close to the girl's cunt, but he smells the blood, he sniffles, he spits~:\par} @@ -2617,7 +2617,7 @@ She laughs, her feet beat the ground, the sergeants part the boxtrees, she writh --- I don't care, it's dark already. -The sergeant unbuttons himself : \speech{God almighty, god almighty}, mates \speech{God almighty, god almighty\ldots} the other one who kisses and bites the mouth, withdraws his lips~: +The sergeant unbuttons himself~: \speech{God almighty, god almighty}, mates \speech{God almighty, god almighty\ldots} the other one who kisses and bites the mouth, withdraws his lips~: --- She's coming, god almighty, you make her lips tremble. @@ -2671,7 +2671,7 @@ Illiten looks up, towards the soldier ; Illiten lays his head in his bound hands, the soldier jumps on the floor, climbs on the platform, takes the chalk, crushes it against the blackboard. -Illiten, Illiten, help, help, the sun weighs on my eyelids, rises in flames along my legs, I dash forward, I brush aside the boxtrees, help Illiten, help, I crouch down, I lift the trap, Bachir screams, his shoulders roll in the white sand, I catch hold of the trap's teeth, I push them apart, the leg is bleeding, it slides on my arm, Bachir throws himself against me, he's crying ; in front of us, a small plain of white sand, the wired nettings of a tennis court shaken by the sea wind and, on a little hill, a large white villa half-covered by the bougainvillea's red leaves : now, they set traps, when they saw me captured, they ran to the boxtrees, their rackets in hand --- I rub the wound with hot sand --- she shouted : \speech{Oh Sosselo, look at the little nigger}, her legs bare under the short tennis skirt, quiver above my head, the racket pressed against her breast, I throw myself forward, I bite her legs, she shouts : \speech{Oh Sosselo, he bit me, kill him} ; she laughs, he turns away to laugh, she touched the trap, she makes it move around my wound, I bite my fingers not to scream : \speech{Leave him, little sister, they'll come to fetch him when night falls.} +Illiten, Illiten, help, help, the sun weighs on my eyelids, rises in flames along my legs, I dash forward, I brush aside the boxtrees, help Illiten, help, I crouch down, I lift the trap, Bachir screams, his shoulders roll in the white sand, I catch hold of the trap's teeth, I push them apart, the leg is bleeding, it slides on my arm, Bachir throws himself against me, he's crying ; in front of us, a small plain of white sand, the wired nettings of a tennis court shaken by the sea wind and, on a little hill, a large white villa half-covered by the bougainvillea's red leaves~: now, they set traps, when they saw me captured, they ran to the boxtrees, their rackets in hand --- I rub the wound with hot sand --- she shouted~: \speech{Oh Sosselo, look at the little nigger}, her legs bare under the short tennis skirt, quiver above my head, the racket pressed against her breast, I throw myself forward, I bite her legs, she shouts~: \speech{Oh Sosselo, he bit me, kill him} ; she laughs, he turns away to laugh, she touched the trap, she makes it move around my wound, I bite my fingers not to scream~: \speech{Leave him, little sister, they'll come to fetch him when night falls.} --- You'll put traps everywhere, Sosselo, we'll watch from the window~? @@ -2681,7 +2681,7 @@ Illiten, Illiten, his tears caress my lips, his little body trembles in my arms, I'll burn the wheat sowed in slavery\ldots\ I promise you nothing but ashes, but you'll sweep them as free men\ldots\ I'll take revenge\ldots\ I'll enter the city, he's eating the wheat, next to me, lying on the mud floor, mummy will be back tomorrow morning, the soldiers said so, one of them stroked my cheek, a caress from a soldier is worth the tongue of a cobra, the little ones, at the end of the hut, are splitting their sides laughing ; they loll back on the rags, the birds chirp under the roof and outside, around the rubbish piles. -Night. Dawn : I'm going out to look for mummy, you stay with Bachir. In the streets, along the walls, against the wet lime, sleepy soldiers call each other like whores, they paw the ground with their hobnailed boots and throw dust to the middle of the street, on my bare feet, shadows rise on the facades, fins and spears, windows open, shadows tinkle in the foliage, against the trunks ; the bare heads, rise along the panes, smells of bed, green heat, dreams come out of those moths open on the east ; the white and red barrier, a soldier pours sand dreamily on the iron lever, I come near the guardroom, the soldier walks towards the watchtower, the sentry folds his blanket and throws it on his shoulder, opens the door and comes down from the watchtower, hand on the steel rail : \speech{Hee\ldots\ Hee\ldots} +Night. Dawn~: I'm going out to look for mummy, you stay with Bachir. In the streets, along the walls, against the wet lime, sleepy soldiers call each other like whores, they paw the ground with their hobnailed boots and throw dust to the middle of the street, on my bare feet, shadows rise on the facades, fins and spears, windows open, shadows tinkle in the foliage, against the trunks ; the bare heads, rise along the panes, smells of bed, green heat, dreams come out of those moths open on the east ; the white and red barrier, a soldier pours sand dreamily on the iron lever, I come near the guardroom, the soldier walks towards the watchtower, the sentry folds his blanket and throws it on his shoulder, opens the door and comes down from the watchtower, hand on the steel rail~: \speech{Hee\ldots\ Hee\ldots} --- Quick\ldots\ Quick\ldots @@ -2693,7 +2693,7 @@ His hand rubs the wet cloth between the thighs. The window is low, I can hear a --- Shut up\ldots\ Shut up. -The sentry yells : \speech{Bastards, bastards\ldots} He is standing against the bed, he shakes the soldier on the upper mattress, he snatches away the dress from him, makes it flow on his arm and lays it unfolded along me~: +The sentry yells~: \speech{Bastards, bastards\ldots} He is standing against the bed, he shakes the soldier on the upper mattress, he snatches away the dress from him, makes it flow on his arm and lays it unfolded along me~: --- Now go out. @@ -2707,13 +2707,13 @@ The soldier jumps off the bed, the others walk towards the door, I'm crying, my Illiten shakes his head, the soldier lays his hand on his weapon ; the little birds bump into the shutters, the mud from their wings runs through the light-filled slits, their feet claw the painted wood\ldots -\ldots\ the little birds jump on the sand, the grey sea runs along the beach, like large wings of early morning birds, my father's hand grips my fingers ; in the semi-darkness of dawn, half buried in the sand, white bones of dead men or animals, fishbones, seaweed, teeth hypnotize me, cut my feet, my nails strike the pebbles, the buried rocks ; my father's breath, mixed to that of the waves, I want to follow it but I'm short-winded ; my father waits for me, leaning on the casemate's wall ; in his arms, my mouth biting the buckle of his belt, my tears wetting the cloth, on his belly : \speech{They took mummy\ldots\ I covered her\ldots\ I held her up on the way\ldots} +\ldots\ the little birds jump on the sand, the grey sea runs along the beach, like large wings of early morning birds, my father's hand grips my fingers ; in the semi-darkness of dawn, half buried in the sand, white bones of dead men or animals, fishbones, seaweed, teeth hypnotize me, cut my feet, my nails strike the pebbles, the buried rocks ; my father's breath, mixed to that of the waves, I want to follow it but I'm short-winded ; my father waits for me, leaning on the casemate's wall ; in his arms, my mouth biting the buckle of his belt, my tears wetting the cloth, on his belly~: \speech{They took mummy\ldots\ I covered her\ldots\ I held her up on the way\ldots} I feel his cock softening under the cloth, his hands are shaking on my hips ; a barbed wire moans above the casemate, amidst the grass bleached by salt ; a great black cloud rises, freeing the horizon and the sun shoots out over the sea, a warship sparkles, its turrets move gently, cast wide shadows on the sea~: --- From here will set off the revolution,\ldots\ from here will set off the revolution\ldots -Huge wet birds pass above our heads ; between two breaths of the sea, I hear the noise of harrows in the meadows, behind the dunes, the grass, on the dunes are bent like the harrows' teeth ; the battleship with grey antennae, shining belly, sails towards Inamenas harbour ; a white procession moves across the dunes, the children drive their bare feet in the burning driftsand, the sharp grass whips their knees ; a music moans in the dust, trembles, creaks in the red and blue belts ; the procession moves away, and disappears ; gong of the sun, a child's face where sweat and sand sparkle, looks back and faces me, his skin is white, his hair is fair and very fine ; he turns above the cloud of sand ; my father grips my hand and says : \speech{Kill him\ldots\ Take my knife from my hip\ldots} +Huge wet birds pass above our heads ; between two breaths of the sea, I hear the noise of harrows in the meadows, behind the dunes, the grass, on the dunes are bent like the harrows' teeth ; the battleship with grey antennae, shining belly, sails towards Inamenas harbour ; a white procession moves across the dunes, the children drive their bare feet in the burning driftsand, the sharp grass whips their knees ; a music moans in the dust, trembles, creaks in the red and blue belts ; the procession moves away, and disappears ; gong of the sun, a child's face where sweat and sand sparkle, looks back and faces me, his skin is white, his hair is fair and very fine ; he turns above the cloud of sand ; my father grips my hand and says~: \speech{Kill him\ldots\ Take my knife from my hip\ldots} I take the knife, I break loose from my father ; the sand cloud hides both the knife and my hand ; the child sees my outstretched arm, his face comes closer, smiling, vibrating with screams and seagulls taking flight ; the knife touches his belly, slips on the shirt's fabric, brushes the sand-covered skin, the tip of the knife catches the navel's roll of fat, scrapes the sweat but the child smiles, he speaks~: @@ -2727,21 +2727,21 @@ I run towards the summit of the dune, and I hold out my arms~: --- Don't touch their slaves' hands. -The battleship sails behind a green islet, soldiers are shouting on deck : \speech{The sea, the wind carry their insults\ldots} Standing on the dune, my head tilted backwards under the sun, flies rolling on my close-cropped hair : \speech{We are poor\ldots we are poor\ldots} +The battleship sails behind a green islet, soldiers are shouting on deck~: \speech{The sea, the wind carry their insults\ldots} Standing on the dune, my head tilted backwards under the sun, flies rolling on my close-cropped hair~: \speech{We are poor\ldots we are poor\ldots} -The workers move further away, shaken on the harrows, tufts of grass and wheat caught under their buttocks : my father bends over the child, rubs the wound with the grass, the child's head is hanging outside the cement wall. Sun strikes under the chin and on the throat\ldots +The workers move further away, shaken on the harrows, tufts of grass and wheat caught under their buttocks~: my father bends over the child, rubs the wound with the grass, the child's head is hanging outside the cement wall. Sun strikes under the chin and on the throat\ldots -Illiten looks up, the soldier is now crouching, his hands flat on the thighs, his chin in the open shirt ; a light wind blows through the shutters, a sudden wind, coming from the valleys and from the sea, at the moment of greatest darkening : coloured hoops are trembling then, against the wall, above Illiten, he can hear their shiver, their downpour-like murmur ; he rises slowly, unties the bonds around his wrists, grabs a large hoop, throws it on the soldier who wakes up with a start and struggles, but Illiten pulls the hoop, the soldier's weapon slips and falls on the desk ; Illiten snatches it, the hoop encircles the soldier's throat, his hands cling to the circle, push it away, Illiten raises the weapon, strikes the soldier's back with the butt, the soldier groans and falls backwards on the desk, his head knocks against Illiten's thigh, his legs, cut at the knees, beat the front part of the desk ; llliten raises the weapon again, strikes the soldier's temple with the butt, the head jumps, blood spurts at the corner of the lips. Illiten takes the weapon, dashes to the door, opens it, flattens himself against the vestibule wall. Light is coming out from under the governor's door, it spreads as far as llliten's feet, he steps over a ray of light, crosses the little inside courtyard where a jet of blue water sings ; in the gallery, jumps from pillar to pillar, to the orchards' door, opens it, a soldier is sitting in the grass at the foot of the sentry box, the soldier tucked his battledress up to the knees and he's watching the ants and the centipedes climb along his legs ; he strikes a match and burns the insects and enjoys the smell of his burnt hair. Illiten attacks him, grabs his weapon, knocks him down to the ground with two blows of the butt in the shoulders and dashes forward in the orchards : those go down as far as the road enclosing the two districts of the city ; Illiten runs under the arches of foliage, hears the noise of lizards falling along the vines on the walls ; watering cans shine under the moon, by the ponds, hayforks, rakes lie on the small ploughed strips and the freshly mowed lawns, intertwined, the earth still fuming on their teeth. +Illiten looks up, the soldier is now crouching, his hands flat on the thighs, his chin in the open shirt ; a light wind blows through the shutters, a sudden wind, coming from the valleys and from the sea, at the moment of greatest darkening~: coloured hoops are trembling then, against the wall, above Illiten, he can hear their shiver, their downpour-like murmur ; he rises slowly, unties the bonds around his wrists, grabs a large hoop, throws it on the soldier who wakes up with a start and struggles, but Illiten pulls the hoop, the soldier's weapon slips and falls on the desk ; Illiten snatches it, the hoop encircles the soldier's throat, his hands cling to the circle, push it away, Illiten raises the weapon, strikes the soldier's back with the butt, the soldier groans and falls backwards on the desk, his head knocks against Illiten's thigh, his legs, cut at the knees, beat the front part of the desk ; llliten raises the weapon again, strikes the soldier's temple with the butt, the head jumps, blood spurts at the corner of the lips. Illiten takes the weapon, dashes to the door, opens it, flattens himself against the vestibule wall. Light is coming out from under the governor's door, it spreads as far as llliten's feet, he steps over a ray of light, crosses the little inside courtyard where a jet of blue water sings ; in the gallery, jumps from pillar to pillar, to the orchards' door, opens it, a soldier is sitting in the grass at the foot of the sentry box, the soldier tucked his battledress up to the knees and he's watching the ants and the centipedes climb along his legs ; he strikes a match and burns the insects and enjoys the smell of his burnt hair. Illiten attacks him, grabs his weapon, knocks him down to the ground with two blows of the butt in the shoulders and dashes forward in the orchards~: those go down as far as the road enclosing the two districts of the city ; Illiten runs under the arches of foliage, hears the noise of lizards falling along the vines on the walls ; watering cans shine under the moon, by the ponds, hayforks, rakes lie on the small ploughed strips and the freshly mowed lawns, intertwined, the earth still fuming on their teeth. Both weapons hanging on his right shoulder, Illiten climbs on the wall and jumps on the road ; with its roofs of hides and corrugated iron lifted by the wind, the lower district looks like a huge rubbish dump, or the carapace of some gigantic beast lying there in full sloughing ; Illiten propping himself with one hand on a wet granite slab, jumps into a small courtyard where dogs are fighting for a piece of meat ; through the window hole, he sees intermingled bodies quivering in the dust, arms, thighs, cheeks shining with sweat and filth ; the dogs, mouth soiled, jump in through that window and smell out those unconstrained bodies, then they leap back again into the small courtyard and drink from a bucket of foul water, their tongue smacks inside the old wood ; at the end of the room, Illiten sees a woman whose eyes are open and the dress tucked up to the knees, he smiles ; a movement she makes to get up awakens the scents of rot and skin ; shreds of cloth, of fabric, hang from the roof, moon shines through the reed hurdle, a rat runs on the corrugated iron ; the children, moved in their dreams or by the rat's passage, or by Illiten's gaze, stir, and moan, the foot of one crushing the eyelashes of another, and their belly quivering, bathed in steam and moonlight, trodden by nameless insects --- cockroaches are caught between the toes. -The dogs bump into Illiten's knees ; he steps over the window sill, the children's bodies, he goes towards the woman, squats down, bends over her ; he sees her bare breasts rise towards her chin, the sweat, the drops of sweat run from one to another, on the necklace ; the woman's hand rises, takes Illiten's neck, draws the head towards her face ; Illiten feels on his cheek then on his lips the painted mouth of his mother, he shuts his eyes ; dogs' growls, children's yelps, the rat runs on the corrugated iron : \speech{Every night he speaks to me, he waits for me like a husband.} The rat slips into the reed hurdle, it touches the shreds of cloth and fabric : \speech{Every night he comes to smell, touch his children's and his wife's clothes, like a good husband, then he leaves happy, reassured\ldots} +The dogs bump into Illiten's knees ; he steps over the window sill, the children's bodies, he goes towards the woman, squats down, bends over her ; he sees her bare breasts rise towards her chin, the sweat, the drops of sweat run from one to another, on the necklace ; the woman's hand rises, takes Illiten's neck, draws the head towards her face ; Illiten feels on his cheek then on his lips the painted mouth of his mother, he shuts his eyes ; dogs' growls, children's yelps, the rat runs on the corrugated iron~: \speech{Every night he speaks to me, he waits for me like a husband.} The rat slips into the reed hurdle, it touches the shreds of cloth and fabric~: \speech{Every night he comes to smell, touch his children's and his wife's clothes, like a good husband, then he leaves happy, reassured\ldots} Illiten kisses his mother's eyelashes~: --- Bless me, purify my killing hands. -She takes his hands, brings them to his mouth then crosses them on Illiten's brow : clamours rise, searchlights light up, on the hill~: +She takes his hands, brings them to his mouth then crosses them on Illiten's brow~: clamours rise, searchlights light up, on the hill~: --- They'll come, each time they smash everything, they set the dogs on your brothers\ldots @@ -2752,9 +2752,9 @@ Illiten sees on the children's feet, on their knees, scars still fresh. Illiten gets up again, steps over his brothers' bodies, then the window ; the little courtyard is soiled with blood, shit, shreds of meat ; above the buckets, swarms of mosquitoes are vibrating. Illiten flees through the slums, he reaches the river, jumps inside a boat ; a naked child, sitting in the sludge, his hand chases frogs, his large eyes wide open in spite of the night, are staring at Illiten ; on the banks, the little sand cliffs are crumbling ; Illiten pulls at the oars, the tepid water splashes his knees, his cheeks, he plunges one after another his wrists bruised by the bonds ; the two weapons stolen from the sentries are shining at the bottom of the boat ; fish, branches, grass snakes, vipers, rats, pebbles pushed by the current, corks, bump into the hull. On the opposite bank, Illiten, feet in the sludge, pulls the boat ashore, the weapons knock against one another, Illiten takes them, hangs them to his shoulder, climbs the bank ; far away on the highest spot of the city, searchlights turn, sweep as far as the bank where the child is sitting ; trucks, jeeps, half-track vehicles move off under the searchlights ; Illiten runs along the salt marshes, the salty vapour burns his eyes a bit, sleep besieges him, he pinches his wrist, salt crackles, sparkles, Illiten shivers, swarms of mosquitoes follow him, precede him ; clouds veil the moon, the shadows from the sky run on the salt, crystals split, fly, fall back again ; on salt piles, under the shovels, under the pitchforks, dead and dying birds ; on the other side of the marsh, the crystals jump in the brushwoods ; Illiten runs, blows on the swarm, keeps his eyes shut and his two weapons tight under his arms ; the mosquitoes enter his mouth, his ears, become tangled in his eyelashes, he snorts, the mosquitoes fall inside his shirt, down to the navel, Illiten thrusts his hand in his belt, the hairs around the penis are covered with insects, his fingers drive the salt to the tip of the penis ; other flies are caught in the sweat, behind his knees ; insects and crystals crackle ; suddenly the hum of the trucks, on the other side of the river\ldots -The child in the sludge looks back, the amphibians are moving towards him, he leaps, staggers, the sludge pulls him back, the headlights warm up his back and his loins, the soldiers laugh, the child falls head in the sludge ; the driver is pushed against his wheel by his comrades, one of them presses down his camouflaged cap over his eyes, the soldier struggles, shouts : \speech{Bastards, I don't want to run over him, I don't want to run over him\ldots}, the truck speeds up, a track catches the child, the soldiers knock on the window, tickle the driver under the armpits, on the neck, on the throat, the driver splits his sides laughing, sobs, his forehead bangs into the windscreen, the truck enters the river, the driver brakes, stops his vehicle, shakes his head. The soldiers jump off the truck, the child, crushed, head caught in the track and legs shattered dragging on the sludge, the soldiers, suddenly frozen watch him in silence, hand on the rifle strap. +The child in the sludge looks back, the amphibians are moving towards him, he leaps, staggers, the sludge pulls him back, the headlights warm up his back and his loins, the soldiers laugh, the child falls head in the sludge ; the driver is pushed against his wheel by his comrades, one of them presses down his camouflaged cap over his eyes, the soldier struggles, shouts~: \speech{Bastards, I don't want to run over him, I don't want to run over him\ldots}, the truck speeds up, a track catches the child, the soldiers knock on the window, tickle the driver under the armpits, on the neck, on the throat, the driver splits his sides laughing, sobs, his forehead bangs into the windscreen, the truck enters the river, the driver brakes, stops his vehicle, shakes his head. The soldiers jump off the truck, the child, crushed, head caught in the track and legs shattered dragging on the sludge, the soldiers, suddenly frozen watch him in silence, hand on the rifle strap. -The officer gets out of his jeep, comes forward, sees the dead body : \speech{It's you who did this~?} touches it, strokes the crushed head : \speech{But why was he on the river bank}\ldots\ blows on the face : \speech{Bastards~!} he walks along the truck, stands in front of the cabin, the driver, his hands on the wheel, his head in his arm, weeps, slobbers, snuffles~: +The officer gets out of his jeep, comes forward, sees the dead body~: \speech{It's you who did this~?} touches it, strokes the crushed head~: \speech{But why was he on the river bank}\ldots\ blows on the face~: \speech{Bastards~!} he walks along the truck, stands in front of the cabin, the driver, his hands on the wheel, his head in his arm, weeps, slobbers, snuffles~: --- It's you who were driving~? @@ -2779,7 +2779,7 @@ The soldiers pull the child out of the tracks, stretch out a large fresh canvas, --- Stop shaking. It's just one less of them. -The convoy starts off again, sinks into the river : \speech{Better kill them young.} +The convoy starts off again, sinks into the river~: \speech{Better kill them young.} \bigbreak @@ -2817,9 +2817,9 @@ The general kisses the cardinal's ring~: --- Good night, your Eminence. I'm going to my pleasures. -Held up by his nurse --- she appears only in the evening at the time of going to bed --- the cardinal walks up to his oratory, from where he can see the service and the nuns lying on the paving, the youngest ones flattened on the ground, the old ones bending over. A light breeze, coming from the sacristy, lifts the saltpetre dust along the moonbeams : \speech{My Lord God, my Lord God, give me my little death.} +Held up by his nurse --- she appears only in the evening at the time of going to bed --- the cardinal walks up to his oratory, from where he can see the service and the nuns lying on the paving, the youngest ones flattened on the ground, the old ones bending over. A light breeze, coming from the sacristy, lifts the saltpetre dust along the moonbeams~: \speech{My Lord God, my Lord God, give me my little death.} -The general pushes the kitchen door, the waiters and the cooks are sleeping in the two alcoves adjoining the butchery room ; the general walks along the kitchen ranges, his fingers stroke the copperware, the balustrade on which the waiters' bellies have been leaning all day, the general leans there in his turn ; on a bench are laid the aprons, the general leaves the balustrade, touches the aprons, makes the straps slip through his fingers, caresses the damp and greasy cloth, he takes an apron, flattens it against his belly and chest, thrusting his hands between his thighs with the cloth ; he stretches it on the hips and turns back, head leaning on the shoulder to watch the stretched cloth and the folds it makes on the hips and the string tied on the buttocks ; the general unbuttons the top of his uniform ; he hears a noise in the alcove, the bamboo screen undulates, the general sees a foot through the slits, he puts on the apron, goes in front of the alcove ; the foot moves up along the screen, a bed cracks in the warm darkness : \speech{I'm all alone, the others are on guard\ldots} The general draws his hand over his heart, he feels a lump in his throat ; that voice of child in bed, the sweat between the nose and the lips, the unshaved chin pricking the throat\ldots\ The general lifts the screen, the boy, the one of the butcher's stall, is lying on the bottom paillasse of the bunks, naked, legs spread and dragging on both sides of the paillasse, the lower abdomen and the root of the thighs covered by a film magazine with stuck pages and bearing suspicious stains ; the belly throbs, the breathing hollows the belly and raises the chest ; he sees the general come in, he sees the apron, the general smiles, the boy opens his eyes wide, the general comes closer to the bed, squats down, the boy doesn't move, doesn't smile, the general bends over him, blows on his face, the boy closes his eyes, his nostrils pucker up, the general blows on the throat, on the chest, on the navel, he watches the boy, continues blowing on the lower abdomen, the boy begins smiling, the general moves his hand forward, touches the boy's belly, the navel, the boy bursts out laughing, the general's hand moves up along the belly, stops at the hollow of the ribs, presses on the bone~: +The general pushes the kitchen door, the waiters and the cooks are sleeping in the two alcoves adjoining the butchery room ; the general walks along the kitchen ranges, his fingers stroke the copperware, the balustrade on which the waiters' bellies have been leaning all day, the general leans there in his turn ; on a bench are laid the aprons, the general leaves the balustrade, touches the aprons, makes the straps slip through his fingers, caresses the damp and greasy cloth, he takes an apron, flattens it against his belly and chest, thrusting his hands between his thighs with the cloth ; he stretches it on the hips and turns back, head leaning on the shoulder to watch the stretched cloth and the folds it makes on the hips and the string tied on the buttocks ; the general unbuttons the top of his uniform ; he hears a noise in the alcove, the bamboo screen undulates, the general sees a foot through the slits, he puts on the apron, goes in front of the alcove ; the foot moves up along the screen, a bed cracks in the warm darkness~: \speech{I'm all alone, the others are on guard\ldots} The general draws his hand over his heart, he feels a lump in his throat ; that voice of child in bed, the sweat between the nose and the lips, the unshaved chin pricking the throat\ldots\ The general lifts the screen, the boy, the one of the butcher's stall, is lying on the bottom paillasse of the bunks, naked, legs spread and dragging on both sides of the paillasse, the lower abdomen and the root of the thighs covered by a film magazine with stuck pages and bearing suspicious stains ; the belly throbs, the breathing hollows the belly and raises the chest ; he sees the general come in, he sees the apron, the general smiles, the boy opens his eyes wide, the general comes closer to the bed, squats down, the boy doesn't move, doesn't smile, the general bends over him, blows on his face, the boy closes his eyes, his nostrils pucker up, the general blows on the throat, on the chest, on the navel, he watches the boy, continues blowing on the lower abdomen, the boy begins smiling, the general moves his hand forward, touches the boy's belly, the navel, the boy bursts out laughing, the general's hand moves up along the belly, stops at the hollow of the ribs, presses on the bone~: --- There, does it hurt~? and there~? and here~? and there~? @@ -2880,7 +2880,7 @@ He holds open his mouth, at the bottom of which the tongue is beating, the gener --- In the evening I summon you to my office, back from the range, you enter with your battledress covered with green slime. \speech{Come in front of the desk. That's it. Lean against the desk. That's it. Strongly. Sit on the desk. That's it. Turn your back to me. You have a frog on your pocket. Don't move. I'll catch it. You like animals~? As for me, I love little dogs in heat, come you little frog, the soldier will crush you with his heavy hips\ldots} -I catch the frog from your pocket ; it escapes and leaps onto your thigh, I stretch out my arm over the table, my hand brushes your thigh, the frog leaps further, onto the penis, my hand leaps and pounces on the frog, my fingers close on the fold of the cloth, where the frog is caught, a little laugh, sounding like a sob, rises from the bottom of your throat, the frog is throbbing under my hand, dribble comes out through my phalanxes ; I lay the frog on the table, I lean back in my armchair, with your back to me, you continue to giggle, I can see your shoulders shake. Turn round. The frog leaps on the ink stand, on the coloured pencils, they roll under it, facing me you watch it still laughing, hands rolling your beret before your thighs. The frog leaps again on the edge of the table, and at one bound here it is again stuck to your thighs : \speech{She's really bent on it.} +I catch the frog from your pocket ; it escapes and leaps onto your thigh, I stretch out my arm over the table, my hand brushes your thigh, the frog leaps further, onto the penis, my hand leaps and pounces on the frog, my fingers close on the fold of the cloth, where the frog is caught, a little laugh, sounding like a sob, rises from the bottom of your throat, the frog is throbbing under my hand, dribble comes out through my phalanxes ; I lay the frog on the table, I lean back in my armchair, with your back to me, you continue to giggle, I can see your shoulders shake. Turn round. The frog leaps on the ink stand, on the coloured pencils, they roll under it, facing me you watch it still laughing, hands rolling your beret before your thighs. The frog leaps again on the edge of the table, and at one bound here it is again stuck to your thighs~: \speech{She's really bent on it.} --- It felt a spring, general. @@ -2970,7 +2970,7 @@ The general leans his face over Pino's belly, takes in his hand the twitching co --- Go away, leave me alone, only women give me a hard-on, with your apron you look like a fool. -Pino frees himself, drags himself on his elbows to the far end of the mattress, his thighs slip under the general's cheeks who clings to the cock with his hand, and kisses its tip : young prince emerging from the sheets, fifteen years lying down, attended to, the blue air flowing on the granite tiled floor, urine drying under the carpets' velvet, the window sill covered with chipped flasks, an open wound below the throat and at the armpits' edge. +Pino frees himself, drags himself on his elbows to the far end of the mattress, his thighs slip under the general's cheeks who clings to the cock with his hand, and kisses its tip~: young prince emerging from the sheets, fifteen years lying down, attended to, the blue air flowing on the granite tiled floor, urine drying under the carpets' velvet, the window sill covered with chipped flasks, an open wound below the throat and at the armpits' edge. Pino draws his buttocks suddenly upwards, they strike and lift the general's chin, releasing the cock ; the general's hands slip on Pino's hips ; he shakes them off, the hands fall along the buttocks on the sleeping bag of holland soiled with bugs' blood, involuntary sperm, night dribble, and shit mixed with sweat ; one of the general's hands half-buries itself under Pino's other buttock, a finger of the other hand brushes the edge of the asshole's lips, comes back towards the cock, following the parting of the buttocks under the thighs ; the taut cock on both sides of the thighs' vice, the finger presses on the swollen ball under which it feels the two secreting olives living, the entire hand shrouds that soft and warm testicle on which the finger gets caught. @@ -3016,7 +3016,7 @@ The general gives a start, he rises again, his cock taut enough to tear the skin --- He's afraid he might catch cold~? -A soldier comes running into the alcove, he's holding a telephoned message, the officer takes it : \speech{Illiten has escaped. Find the general. The general's colonel aide-de-camp.} +A soldier comes running into the alcove, he's holding a telephoned message, the officer takes it~: \speech{Illiten has escaped. Find the general. The general's colonel aide-de-camp.} The lieutenant puts the message in his pocket. @@ -3078,7 +3078,7 @@ The boy pulls the general's trousers up, buttons them, fastens the belt, the gen --- Shut up. -The boy laughs, holds out his arms ; he looks away, offers his back and his buttocks to the general, squats down, pretends to spread his buttocks with his hands ; the general cannot stifle a little roar, he walks up to the boy, squats behind him, takes him by the waist, and knocks him down against him ; he licks his nape, his hair still smeared with brilliantine, nibbles the ear lobe ; he embraces the boy, his arms grip his torso, his hands cover the boy's cock, plunge inside the underpants ; the boy turns his arms, slips them between the general's loins and belly, his palms rolling the general's cock through the cloth ; the general pushes with his cock against the boy's palms and buttocks ; the boy rubs his underpants' cloth against that of the uniform ; then, he rises and escapes, lifts the matting, throws himself on his straw mattress ; the general lifts the matting, leans on his elbow against the bed, the boy pushes on his shoulders, arches his back, slides his underpants down to the knees, then he rests his buttocks and his back on the sleeping back, a flap of which is dragging slightly, trampled by the general's shoes, under the bed ; he points at the underpants stopped at the knees, the general sits on the mattress at the feet of the boy, who spreads and stiffens his legs ; the general pulls the underpants by the lower end, the one covering the cock, the cloth is humid under his fingers, gluey in places : he pulls, but the boy spreads his legs, stretching the underpants, the elastic penetrates the flesh at the thighs. The boy has spread his legs so wide apart, that the underpants slipped below the knees. The boy's cock is throbbing in the shadow of the locks. The general pulls again then the boy draws his knees together, the underpants then slide down the legs, the general pulls on the elastic. He takes them in his hands. +The boy laughs, holds out his arms ; he looks away, offers his back and his buttocks to the general, squats down, pretends to spread his buttocks with his hands ; the general cannot stifle a little roar, he walks up to the boy, squats behind him, takes him by the waist, and knocks him down against him ; he licks his nape, his hair still smeared with brilliantine, nibbles the ear lobe ; he embraces the boy, his arms grip his torso, his hands cover the boy's cock, plunge inside the underpants ; the boy turns his arms, slips them between the general's loins and belly, his palms rolling the general's cock through the cloth ; the general pushes with his cock against the boy's palms and buttocks ; the boy rubs his underpants' cloth against that of the uniform ; then, he rises and escapes, lifts the matting, throws himself on his straw mattress ; the general lifts the matting, leans on his elbow against the bed, the boy pushes on his shoulders, arches his back, slides his underpants down to the knees, then he rests his buttocks and his back on the sleeping back, a flap of which is dragging slightly, trampled by the general's shoes, under the bed ; he points at the underpants stopped at the knees, the general sits on the mattress at the feet of the boy, who spreads and stiffens his legs ; the general pulls the underpants by the lower end, the one covering the cock, the cloth is humid under his fingers, gluey in places~: he pulls, but the boy spreads his legs, stretching the underpants, the elastic penetrates the flesh at the thighs. The boy has spread his legs so wide apart, that the underpants slipped below the knees. The boy's cock is throbbing in the shadow of the locks. The general pulls again then the boy draws his knees together, the underpants then slide down the legs, the general pulls on the elastic. He takes them in his hands. The boy, his legs free, lies on the side and covers his belly with the sleeping bag, rubs his sweaty chest and throat with the bag's trampled end ; the general fiddles with the underpants, buries his face in it, bites it, licks it, smells it, then he slips it over his head, the lower part covering the nose and lips, like a muzzle, and he barks. The boy sees the general's tongue stretching the wool of the underpants, the lips open up, the nostrils rise under the wool ; he laughs ; the general removes the underpants, lays them between the boy's thighs ; he gets up, bends over the boy~: @@ -3116,7 +3116,7 @@ The general sits on the bed, the boy rises, leaves the bed, stands up, in the po --- I've enjoyed that taste for so long ; it's the first milk I ever sucked. -The boy looks down, the general strokes the cock, hard and warm, the boy suddenly stiffens his legs, the general holds the boy's cock against his throat, under his chin, the boy laughs, sperm gushes out, spatters the general's uniform : surprised, he pushes back the cock against the boy's thighs, stands up~: +The boy looks down, the general strokes the cock, hard and warm, the boy suddenly stiffens his legs, the general holds the boy's cock against his throat, under his chin, the boy laughs, sperm gushes out, spatters the general's uniform~: surprised, he pushes back the cock against the boy's thighs, stands up~: --- Child, child, go and get me a bit of water. @@ -3132,7 +3132,7 @@ The boy breaks loose from the general, who grabs his cock, wraps it in the wet h --- When I was a child, I believed that getting a hard-on meant wrapping bandages around the cock. -The boy, his arms raised, his cock bandaged, dances in the middle of the alcove ; the general takes the ladle from the bed, he holds it horizontal, in front of the boy's belly, then he moves it closer to the cock and picks it up inside the ladle then he pushes the handle under the boy's cock, places himself behind him, holds the ladle between the boy's thighs covering his cock ; he lifts the handle, driving it between the boy's buttocks ; the boy groans, writhes, the ladle's ball between his thighs ; the general thus draws him towards the straw mattress : the boy lies there on his belly, the ladle's handle sticking out from the buttocks and the ball cutting his belly~: +The boy, his arms raised, his cock bandaged, dances in the middle of the alcove ; the general takes the ladle from the bed, he holds it horizontal, in front of the boy's belly, then he moves it closer to the cock and picks it up inside the ladle then he pushes the handle under the boy's cock, places himself behind him, holds the ladle between the boy's thighs covering his cock ; he lifts the handle, driving it between the boy's buttocks ; the boy groans, writhes, the ladle's ball between his thighs ; the general thus draws him towards the straw mattress~: the boy lies there on his belly, the ladle's handle sticking out from the buttocks and the ball cutting his belly~: --- Give me the handkerchief. You'll put the ladle back where you took it from. @@ -3152,11 +3152,11 @@ The general walks to the door, opens it, goes out, he crosses the kitchen. In th --- And what if I made my sperm boil~? -The general wipes his forehead, he comes back to the alcove door, place his ear against the bamboo : the boy is crying, sniffing, the springing cracks ; the general parts two slats of the partition, he sees the boy still lying on his belly, shoulders shaken by sobs ; the ladle over the buttocks follows the breathing movement ; the general smiles and leaves. +The general wipes his forehead, he comes back to the alcove door, place his ear against the bamboo~: the boy is crying, sniffing, the springing cracks ; the general parts two slats of the partition, he sees the boy still lying on his belly, shoulders shaken by sobs ; the ladle over the buttocks follows the breathing movement ; the general smiles and leaves. \bigbreak -The two platoons sent after Illiten return to the palace the following morning, before the changing of the guard : soldiers throw themselves on their straw mattresses, the trucks are eaten up by salt. +The two platoons sent after Illiten return to the palace the following morning, before the changing of the guard~: soldiers throw themselves on their straw mattresses, the trucks are eaten up by salt. The captain obtains from the general that the soldiers remain in bed during fall-in~: @@ -3188,9 +3188,9 @@ The soldiers throw their clothes on the ground. % TODO double check this area specifically for typos -The soldiers remove their berets, some their light helmets. The general orders the other soldiers to break ranks. The captain goes back to his room, washes, shaves and lies down on his bed. The general retires to his office. sends his secretaries away and goes to stand by the window from where he can see the courtyard and the undressed soldiers ; he takes his binoculars and watches the bare torsos on which the ribs create desirable shadows, the bellies hollowed by hunger ; he knows that his aide-de-camp, his secretaries, leaning at the door are watching him love and desire : a soldier walks across the courtyard, stops in front of the punished soldiers, sticks out his tongue at them ; the general recognizes Pino by his soiled battledress, his plastered down hair, the underwear hanging on his shoulder, the piece of ice cream sticking out of his pocket, on the hips. +The soldiers remove their berets, some their light helmets. The general orders the other soldiers to break ranks. The captain goes back to his room, washes, shaves and lies down on his bed. The general retires to his office. sends his secretaries away and goes to stand by the window from where he can see the courtyard and the undressed soldiers ; he takes his binoculars and watches the bare torsos on which the ribs create desirable shadows, the bellies hollowed by hunger ; he knows that his aide-de-camp, his secretaries, leaning at the door are watching him love and desire~: a soldier walks across the courtyard, stops in front of the punished soldiers, sticks out his tongue at them ; the general recognizes Pino by his soiled battledress, his plastered down hair, the underwear hanging on his shoulder, the piece of ice cream sticking out of his pocket, on the hips. -He feels again like stroking that humid and wiry body, throwing away medals, rank, title, and following him, appointing him his lieutenant of pleasures, commander and recruiter of boys, and wallowing in public debauchery, he a general, showing, exposing himself, leaning against his brothel's door, the boy inside corrupting and raping boys either younger or older than him. And he, the general, imposing a virile and cruel debauchery, creating orders, preferences, rewards, calculating, measuring the duration of pleasure, and the quantity of released sperm, offering his boys to the mad passions of men and women passing by, hastening their choice by the brutal capture of a dozing boy and the confession of his specialty ; whipping the boys, forcing the youngest ones to do the housework : wash the dirty tiled and wooden floors, change the sheets between two embraces, etc., forbidding to hug and soil those children, but putting them every night in his own bed and laying those he finds squatting and swilling down the floor, lifting their apron, unbuttoning their shorts or pulling their underpants, and knocking them down, legs spread apart like little dogs, forcing customers short of cash to be content with the latrine's cement floor when buggering and soiling the boys, chasing the sadness away from his heart and from his body, maintaining his independence and his embraces bathed in sun ; trampling the boys sleeping intermingled in the cellar staircase, in the middle of the street, after the morning's embraces ; establishing a hierarchy among the boys, sending the ones to to the common hall. the others to the rooms on the first floor, submitting the former to the latter, but punishing those in the private rooms by temporary resumption of work in the common hall ; imposing to all the most complete submission to the man or woman passing by ; forcing all boys. even the youngest. to get drunk on waking. tearing away pity from their heart. tearing away their heart from their chest ; accustoming them to pleasure and cruelty ; received or given ; working out the boys recently recruited, stolen or bought. then gradually freeing them once their submission is certain. and exciting their jealousy as far as sexual performance is concerned. so as to forget the strangeness of their new gestures ; then, \speech{remembering all the beautiful and frail boys I met at afternoon teas and dinners in the parks of Inamenas, those returning from tennis with their shorts wet by sweat between the thighs. open-natured, joyful, hair-lock over the eyelashes, that one, suddenly feeling sick after dessert and leaving the table to vomit, and whom his favourite sister follows, heartens, precedes and helps to vomit, and holding him by the shoulders, the one lying on the perron, stripped to the waist and thighs bare, wearing only a faded swimsuit. legs falling each side of the balustrade, feet touching the rose bushes, warm belly brushed by my hand from afar ; the one leaning, wearing light shorts, sliding slightly on the buttocks and baring the loins between the shirt and the belt, legs covered by woolen socks with green ribbons, face against the rocking of the electric train : procurers seducing one after another. pulling them out of their dwellings and throwing them brutally into pleasure. Pino pushing those heads. those faces, where tears of shame are still drying. between his thighs, and squeezing them ; I, seeing their anguish before the first client. the sweat on their hips. when he sets his hands on that place ; their anguish then their pleasure : their look of triumph in my direction after the trial, their industriousness in following Pino's lessons and advice and little by little the sudden inspirations of their lips, of their hands by the contact with a foreign skin and in an embrace made wilder yet because of its high price ; exciting between those boys of good families jealousy and baseness. temptation of sordidness and obscene insult, exciting them, drunk, so that they betray aloud and soil their mother's voice and body : remembering on the other hand all the wretched boys, lively, beaten, seduced already. I looking for them. capturing them and throwing them into the common hall like the small animals a child throws in a box, closing it again each time ; mixing all those boys and pushing them to fight together, setting up bloody fights between the least handsome ones, offering to men and women those battered and bloody bodies, giving them their sperm to lick and suck with the blood ; imposing a working uniform for all, those from the private rooms and those from the common hall : the swimsuit of faded cloth, with a jumper in winter. likewise faded and full of holes ; I, liking to touch, to feel those boys' cocks, through the cloth wet and viscous after a long succession of embraces, and press them and make a bit of burning hot sperm still squirt out. and with one patting on the buttocks send those boys back to other customers ; I, in the stormy afternoon, dozing by the door and shivering, watching the street where the green and sulfurous shadow rises, getting hard-ons at boys passing by on the pavement, at the men stopping, at the boys beckoning, at the proposals, at the men's furtive and unpaid caresses, at the stiffening of the boys' legs, gradually soaked by rain, to the numbers shouted by their clear voices ; customers and boys already hugging each other brush me when entering, soaking wet, into the common hall ; when the customer weighs upon him, on the edge of the bench, one boy, head tilted backwards, smiles to me, makes eyes to me ; another, sitting on the lap of a docker with his shirt wide open, right near me, at a small table soiled with spittle and wine, hangs on the docker's neck and lets his head fall on my shoulder, laughing ; another, chased between the bench and the tables by a woman holding the boy's torn underpants, throws himself between my thighs ; a thunderclap makes him start, he gets up and attacks the woman, cock hurled at her ; they roll on the ground, the woman's hand drives the torn pants between the boy's buttocks ; the youngest of all the brothel's boys enters the bog at the end of the corridor with a butcher's assistant, closing the door on himself and the fat boy, leaning against the wall in the darkness, and drawing him by the hips, he waves at me ; the lock creaks, the door cracks under their embrace, an arm then a foot stretch under the door, stiffen, shake, recant, gradually re-enter the latrine, the door opens, the boy comes out, the shop assistant finishes fastening his belt, feet well set on the latrine's steps ; the boy comes back to him, climbs inside the latrine in front of him, and fastens his belt with one hand, with the other strokes the front of his thighs, then they go, clasped in each other's arms, to the middle of the common hall, and lean against the bar ; the boy holds out a glass of wine to the assistant, his hand on the glass is crumpled, humid, small locks are stuck to it, the assistant takes the glass, drinks half of it, and brutally, roaring with laughter, pours the rest into the boy's underpants, his large hand pulling the cloth. Wine wets the underpants in front and underneath, runs down the thighs as far as the knees, the boy rubs them together ; a man wearing a shirt, cap on the head, grabs the boy from behind and draws him against his thighs, the man's cock beats against the boy's buttocks, on the pants ; the boy struggles, pulls away the man's hands clinging to his hips ; the assistant takes the empty wine glass and caps the boy's cock with it ; around the glass, the wet cloth stretches ; the man slips the boy's underpants down his buttocks, the boy holds them back, the man tears them off, he drives his cock between the boy's buttocks, spreading them apart with his hands, the boy bursts out laughing, tilting his head backwards on the man's chest, his eyes flash towards me ; the assistant weighs on his belly, the boy feels the man's cock entering his body, and burn and pierce ; a bit of saliva runs at the corner of his lips, his cheeks turn pale, the head falls on the shoulder, pulling the man's half-opened shirt, and uncovering the man's breast where shines a drop of wine or blood, the boy's belly grows hollow, beats above the glass turned by the assistant on the underpants, the boy's cock swelling inside the glass, the pants torn on the hips follow the movement of the glass and wind around it ; the boy's lips become livid, they suddenly part, blood and vomit spurt out, the man gasps for breath, pushes his belly and his cock forward, the shaken boy has fainted, blood and vomit run down his chest, spatter the glass, the assistant drops the glass smashing it on the tiled floor, strikes the boy's knees with his shoes, strikes the legs, tramples the feet, the underpants slide on the thigh, on the knee ; the man hugging the boy and biting his eyes, holds back the soiled pants and draws them over the boy's cock : the boy, held back only by one of the man's hands, collapses at his feet, the man's cock, pulled out, vibrating all over, from the boy's buttocks, springs up and gets caught in the shirt ; the boy, bending at the man's feet, underpants between the thighs, woke up with the fall, he moans, the butcher's assistant treads him underfoot, tramples his belly, treads the underpants, lifts them with the end of his shoe ; the man, squatting, throws himself on the boy, turns him over on his belly, lies down over him, drives again his cock between the boy's buttocks. +He feels again like stroking that humid and wiry body, throwing away medals, rank, title, and following him, appointing him his lieutenant of pleasures, commander and recruiter of boys, and wallowing in public debauchery, he a general, showing, exposing himself, leaning against his brothel's door, the boy inside corrupting and raping boys either younger or older than him. And he, the general, imposing a virile and cruel debauchery, creating orders, preferences, rewards, calculating, measuring the duration of pleasure, and the quantity of released sperm, offering his boys to the mad passions of men and women passing by, hastening their choice by the brutal capture of a dozing boy and the confession of his specialty ; whipping the boys, forcing the youngest ones to do the housework~: wash the dirty tiled and wooden floors, change the sheets between two embraces, etc., forbidding to hug and soil those children, but putting them every night in his own bed and laying those he finds squatting and swilling down the floor, lifting their apron, unbuttoning their shorts or pulling their underpants, and knocking them down, legs spread apart like little dogs, forcing customers short of cash to be content with the latrine's cement floor when buggering and soiling the boys, chasing the sadness away from his heart and from his body, maintaining his independence and his embraces bathed in sun ; trampling the boys sleeping intermingled in the cellar staircase, in the middle of the street, after the morning's embraces ; establishing a hierarchy among the boys, sending the ones to to the common hall. the others to the rooms on the first floor, submitting the former to the latter, but punishing those in the private rooms by temporary resumption of work in the common hall ; imposing to all the most complete submission to the man or woman passing by ; forcing all boys. even the youngest. to get drunk on waking. tearing away pity from their heart. tearing away their heart from their chest ; accustoming them to pleasure and cruelty ; received or given ; working out the boys recently recruited, stolen or bought. then gradually freeing them once their submission is certain. and exciting their jealousy as far as sexual performance is concerned. so as to forget the strangeness of their new gestures ; then, \speech{remembering all the beautiful and frail boys I met at afternoon teas and dinners in the parks of Inamenas, those returning from tennis with their shorts wet by sweat between the thighs. open-natured, joyful, hair-lock over the eyelashes, that one, suddenly feeling sick after dessert and leaving the table to vomit, and whom his favourite sister follows, heartens, precedes and helps to vomit, and holding him by the shoulders, the one lying on the perron, stripped to the waist and thighs bare, wearing only a faded swimsuit. legs falling each side of the balustrade, feet touching the rose bushes, warm belly brushed by my hand from afar ; the one leaning, wearing light shorts, sliding slightly on the buttocks and baring the loins between the shirt and the belt, legs covered by woolen socks with green ribbons, face against the rocking of the electric train~: procurers seducing one after another. pulling them out of their dwellings and throwing them brutally into pleasure. Pino pushing those heads. those faces, where tears of shame are still drying. between his thighs, and squeezing them ; I, seeing their anguish before the first client. the sweat on their hips. when he sets his hands on that place ; their anguish then their pleasure~: their look of triumph in my direction after the trial, their industriousness in following Pino's lessons and advice and little by little the sudden inspirations of their lips, of their hands by the contact with a foreign skin and in an embrace made wilder yet because of its high price ; exciting between those boys of good families jealousy and baseness. temptation of sordidness and obscene insult, exciting them, drunk, so that they betray aloud and soil their mother's voice and body~: remembering on the other hand all the wretched boys, lively, beaten, seduced already. I looking for them. capturing them and throwing them into the common hall like the small animals a child throws in a box, closing it again each time ; mixing all those boys and pushing them to fight together, setting up bloody fights between the least handsome ones, offering to men and women those battered and bloody bodies, giving them their sperm to lick and suck with the blood ; imposing a working uniform for all, those from the private rooms and those from the common hall~: the swimsuit of faded cloth, with a jumper in winter. likewise faded and full of holes ; I, liking to touch, to feel those boys' cocks, through the cloth wet and viscous after a long succession of embraces, and press them and make a bit of burning hot sperm still squirt out. and with one patting on the buttocks send those boys back to other customers ; I, in the stormy afternoon, dozing by the door and shivering, watching the street where the green and sulfurous shadow rises, getting hard-ons at boys passing by on the pavement, at the men stopping, at the boys beckoning, at the proposals, at the men's furtive and unpaid caresses, at the stiffening of the boys' legs, gradually soaked by rain, to the numbers shouted by their clear voices ; customers and boys already hugging each other brush me when entering, soaking wet, into the common hall ; when the customer weighs upon him, on the edge of the bench, one boy, head tilted backwards, smiles to me, makes eyes to me ; another, sitting on the lap of a docker with his shirt wide open, right near me, at a small table soiled with spittle and wine, hangs on the docker's neck and lets his head fall on my shoulder, laughing ; another, chased between the bench and the tables by a woman holding the boy's torn underpants, throws himself between my thighs ; a thunderclap makes him start, he gets up and attacks the woman, cock hurled at her ; they roll on the ground, the woman's hand drives the torn pants between the boy's buttocks ; the youngest of all the brothel's boys enters the bog at the end of the corridor with a butcher's assistant, closing the door on himself and the fat boy, leaning against the wall in the darkness, and drawing him by the hips, he waves at me ; the lock creaks, the door cracks under their embrace, an arm then a foot stretch under the door, stiffen, shake, recant, gradually re-enter the latrine, the door opens, the boy comes out, the shop assistant finishes fastening his belt, feet well set on the latrine's steps ; the boy comes back to him, climbs inside the latrine in front of him, and fastens his belt with one hand, with the other strokes the front of his thighs, then they go, clasped in each other's arms, to the middle of the common hall, and lean against the bar ; the boy holds out a glass of wine to the assistant, his hand on the glass is crumpled, humid, small locks are stuck to it, the assistant takes the glass, drinks half of it, and brutally, roaring with laughter, pours the rest into the boy's underpants, his large hand pulling the cloth. Wine wets the underpants in front and underneath, runs down the thighs as far as the knees, the boy rubs them together ; a man wearing a shirt, cap on the head, grabs the boy from behind and draws him against his thighs, the man's cock beats against the boy's buttocks, on the pants ; the boy struggles, pulls away the man's hands clinging to his hips ; the assistant takes the empty wine glass and caps the boy's cock with it ; around the glass, the wet cloth stretches ; the man slips the boy's underpants down his buttocks, the boy holds them back, the man tears them off, he drives his cock between the boy's buttocks, spreading them apart with his hands, the boy bursts out laughing, tilting his head backwards on the man's chest, his eyes flash towards me ; the assistant weighs on his belly, the boy feels the man's cock entering his body, and burn and pierce ; a bit of saliva runs at the corner of his lips, his cheeks turn pale, the head falls on the shoulder, pulling the man's half-opened shirt, and uncovering the man's breast where shines a drop of wine or blood, the boy's belly grows hollow, beats above the glass turned by the assistant on the underpants, the boy's cock swelling inside the glass, the pants torn on the hips follow the movement of the glass and wind around it ; the boy's lips become livid, they suddenly part, blood and vomit spurt out, the man gasps for breath, pushes his belly and his cock forward, the shaken boy has fainted, blood and vomit run down his chest, spatter the glass, the assistant drops the glass smashing it on the tiled floor, strikes the boy's knees with his shoes, strikes the legs, tramples the feet, the underpants slide on the thigh, on the knee ; the man hugging the boy and biting his eyes, holds back the soiled pants and draws them over the boy's cock~: the boy, held back only by one of the man's hands, collapses at his feet, the man's cock, pulled out, vibrating all over, from the boy's buttocks, springs up and gets caught in the shirt ; the boy, bending at the man's feet, underpants between the thighs, woke up with the fall, he moans, the butcher's assistant treads him underfoot, tramples his belly, treads the underpants, lifts them with the end of his shoe ; the man, squatting, throws himself on the boy, turns him over on his belly, lies down over him, drives again his cock between the boy's buttocks. Outside, elephants trumpet at the far end of the zoo under the soft rain ; mahouts, half-naked, feet in the mud, push them along with their whips, under the lightnings, towards the large green tents, swollen by the wind ; a mahout, shouting, his hip gets caught in the barbed wire ; the smoke from the city rises in the rain. At my feet, enlaced, a tall sailor and a fair boy, entirely naked, roll together groaning ; the sailor's glaring white uniform, is lying with the boy's red underpants on the edge of the bench ; the sailor's open thighs on the boy's forehead, the black mop of his pubic hair mingled with the boy's fair hair, tremble with the ending spasm, the sailor's cock, fully inserted inside the mouth of the boy, who coughs, and his hands push back, lift the sailor's belly, weighing on his chin ; the sailor's sperm fills the boy's mouth, chokes him. The sailor, thrusting his head between the boy's thighs, bent like a horse's head, under the cock, growls, whinnies, spits on the testicles, the boy's cock hardens, tremendous, reddened by the morning's and the afternoon's embraces, warms the sailor's neck as far as under the ear. @@ -3202,7 +3202,7 @@ Children, sheathe your swords, men cover your darts, I rise over you towards the The general lays his binoculars on the table, calls the radio operator~: ---- Write : \speech{Urgent, secret. General Kostas Ziguris, Inamenas headquarters to general commanding continent headquarters --- captured rebel chief, escaped tonight. Officers, soldiers and myself cannot see blood any more. Bomb necessary. Awaiting new orders.} +--- Write~: \speech{Urgent, secret. General Kostas Ziguris, Inamenas headquarters to general commanding continent headquarters --- captured rebel chief, escaped tonight. Officers, soldiers and myself cannot see blood any more. Bomb necessary. Awaiting new orders.} --- Send this message immediately. @@ -3210,13 +3210,13 @@ The general lays his binoculars on the table, calls the radio operator~: --- No. Rebels, sailors who'll catch this message will burn their fingers and ears on it. What can be done against the god, against the fire that comes swooping down~? -The general hears the distant rolling of the sea, the swell of the sky, the shock of hard or flabby shells under the blue water, the loud voices of drilling soldiers and warrant officers. Beneath the sea waters, beneath the fields' earth, terror runs, threatens ; the black men, helmeted, armed with short daggers and thin ropes for hanging, appear in the hollow of the waves ; on the beaches, residents retreat, place their hands before their eyes ; treachery is in the island : all those from the East are already slaughtered, disemboweled, hanged, their bodies shine, stir by the undertow ; soldiers, in the West, move on a signal from the chiefs, against the villagers standing or kneeling, and without halt, pierce them, like one kills fish on a boat's deck ; ribbons float on their daggers ; solitary huntings draw to a close in the hollow of rocks, in the huts of saltmarshes, the still alive victims are thrown among the shadows of submarine beasts, in the salt where they struggle~: +The general hears the distant rolling of the sea, the swell of the sky, the shock of hard or flabby shells under the blue water, the loud voices of drilling soldiers and warrant officers. Beneath the sea waters, beneath the fields' earth, terror runs, threatens ; the black men, helmeted, armed with short daggers and thin ropes for hanging, appear in the hollow of the waves ; on the beaches, residents retreat, place their hands before their eyes ; treachery is in the island~: all those from the East are already slaughtered, disemboweled, hanged, their bodies shine, stir by the undertow ; soldiers, in the West, move on a signal from the chiefs, against the villagers standing or kneeling, and without halt, pierce them, like one kills fish on a boat's deck ; ribbons float on their daggers ; solitary huntings draw to a close in the hollow of rocks, in the huts of saltmarshes, the still alive victims are thrown among the shadows of submarine beasts, in the salt where they struggle~: --- General, the line is cut off, the rebels, during the night\ldots ---- Send the punished soldiers to repair that line, instantly. You'll be in command. -The radio operator goes out, the general tears a eucalyptus leaf thrown in by the night wind on his table : \speech{A boy's cock tears with the same leaf noise.} +The radio operator goes out, the general tears a eucalyptus leaf thrown in by the night wind on his table~: \speech{A boy's cock tears with the same leaf noise.} The general summons his aide-de-camp, the colonel enters the room~: @@ -3254,7 +3254,7 @@ The general summons his aide-de-camp, the colonel enters the room~: --- OK. I prefer wretched flesh. -The colonel steps out, the general throws his legs over the table, he strokes the uniform's cloth stretched between the thighs, then on the hip, and under the buttocks ; an ink pot capsizes under his shoe ; the general calls a sentry : \speech{Mop up that ink.} The sentry runs out and comes back, with a rag, dips it in the spilled ink, sponges it up ; the general watches the soldier, grabs the wet rag from the soldier's hand, and flattens it on the battledress, the soldier pulls the rag away and lays it back on the stain~: +The colonel steps out, the general throws his legs over the table, he strokes the uniform's cloth stretched between the thighs, then on the hip, and under the buttocks ; an ink pot capsizes under his shoe ; the general calls a sentry~: \speech{Mop up that ink.} The sentry runs out and comes back, with a rag, dips it in the spilled ink, sponges it up ; the general watches the soldier, grabs the wet rag from the soldier's hand, and flattens it on the battledress, the soldier pulls the rag away and lays it back on the stain~: --- I'll write you a voucher for a new battledress. @@ -3288,7 +3288,7 @@ The colonel steps out, the general throws his legs over the table, he strokes th --- General, I shall leave, if you allow me. ---- Strike me. Don't be afraid. If you slaughtered that stupid colonel in front of me, I'd offer you his grade, his pistol, his salary. Go, go and kill him, search for him, search. Kill. Kill. Ah~! you hit him, oh~! how it stinks, his bug's blood. Strangle him now. With your hands. With your thighs. You'll come to the funeral. Standing next to me, you fart when his wife, covered in black clouds and blood, one hand inside the holy water basin, with bloodshot eyes, questions me about her husband's death. At the far end of the church, priests are hanging from meat hooks : She : \speech{General, come with me, we will break in the river the phial of sperm I've been keeping since my wedding day. Please tell me, your soldiers did send home my husband's phial~? We both had one phial : I of his sperm, and he of mine\ldots} +--- Strike me. Don't be afraid. If you slaughtered that stupid colonel in front of me, I'd offer you his grade, his pistol, his salary. Go, go and kill him, search for him, search. Kill. Kill. Ah~! you hit him, oh~! how it stinks, his bug's blood. Strangle him now. With your hands. With your thighs. You'll come to the funeral. Standing next to me, you fart when his wife, covered in black clouds and blood, one hand inside the holy water basin, with bloodshot eyes, questions me about her husband's death. At the far end of the church, priests are hanging from meat hooks~: She~: \speech{General, come with me, we will break in the river the phial of sperm I've been keeping since my wedding day. Please tell me, your soldiers did send home my husband's phial~? We both had one phial~: I of his sperm, and he of mine\ldots} --- General, if you please, write me the voucher. @@ -3302,7 +3302,7 @@ The soldier steps back towards the door. --- Idiot. She'll fall into someone else's arms. The world, the bars are filled with handsome guys, with strong muscles and strong sex. One of those fascinates her, embraces her, seduces her, penetrates her, makes her his slave. For him she sells herself on the streets, gets covered like a bitch along a toilet wall, standing, quivering, saliva foaming between her lips and the boy's, their tongues touching, clinging together. -The soldier goes out, running through the vestibule then in the headquarters' gallery : \speech{The general is mad~!~\ldots} +The soldier goes out, running through the vestibule then in the headquarters' gallery~: \speech{The general is mad~!~\ldots} The guards overpower the soldier, but the general, coming out of his office, dashes towards them, trousers open, rubs his hardened cock on their battledress, on their rifle butts ; the colonel, in the radio room, phones over the table where the operator is crumpling messages. @@ -3330,11 +3330,11 @@ The general, eyes wide open remains silent ; the soldiers, whose arms and should --- No. Soldiers have taken those birds under their wing. They quarantine those among them who hurt one\ldots -The soldiers, ears shut, move off. The general looks back : they rejoin their posts, nonchalantly, belt sliding on the thigh, they lean against headquarters' walls~: +The soldiers, ears shut, move off. The general looks back~: they rejoin their posts, nonchalantly, belt sliding on the thigh, they lean against headquarters' walls~: --- Kostas, don't look at them. They're all little hooligans. ---- That's how I love them : thieves, procurers, prostitutes, denouncers, drunkards, orphans, deflowered at eleven\ldots +--- That's how I love them~: thieves, procurers, prostitutes, denouncers, drunkards, orphans, deflowered at eleven\ldots --- Kostas, you're at it again. @@ -3342,7 +3342,7 @@ The soldiers, ears shut, move off. The general looks back : they rejoin their po --- I thank you, general. ---- Sunday, if weather and war are calm, I'd gladly go with you and your children, to bathe at Loutrakion : the beach is well guarded, one takes one's clothes off among the rose laurels. +--- Sunday, if weather and war are calm, I'd gladly go with you and your children, to bathe at Loutrakion~: the beach is well guarded, one takes one's clothes off among the rose laurels. --- I'd be happy\ldots\ my youngest boy will remain in camp, Emilienne is supposed to teach him a great lesson in oil painting. @@ -3354,7 +3354,7 @@ The soldiers, ears shut, move off. The general looks back : they rejoin their po The colonel looks down. -In the office, the general, by the window watches the deserted courtyard : the soldiers have left with the radio operator, he sees the trail of the electric wires, he suddenly looks back and bursts out laughing, grabs the colonel by the waist and releases him immediately~: +In the office, the general, by the window watches the deserted courtyard~: the soldiers have left with the radio operator, he sees the trail of the electric wires, he suddenly looks back and bursts out laughing, grabs the colonel by the waist and releases him immediately~: --- Kostas, you're losing your head again. @@ -3362,7 +3362,7 @@ In the office, the general, by the window watches the deserted courtyard : the s --- The boy who made the song on you will be brought in. I've given orders to search for young Kment. ---- You're a fine procurer, colonel ; are you aware too that on my arrival in the Island, not long ago, I fell madly in love with Serge. Since then, I feel hatred for him. However, what grace, what indolence, what passion\ldots\ but his sperm is not for me, I felt it as soon I saw the boy arrive : too fluid, too spiritual, blood, tears. I like sperm heavy, warm, the milk that heartens, the sperm one plays with, and that one rolls around the finger, that shakes under the lips. +--- You're a fine procurer, colonel ; are you aware too that on my arrival in the Island, not long ago, I fell madly in love with Serge. Since then, I feel hatred for him. However, what grace, what indolence, what passion\ldots\ but his sperm is not for me, I felt it as soon I saw the boy arrive~: too fluid, too spiritual, blood, tears. I like sperm heavy, warm, the milk that heartens, the sperm one plays with, and that one rolls around the finger, that shakes under the lips. --- General, you do not need me any more, I shall leave. The two bomb disposal platoons must be on their way by noon. @@ -3378,9 +3378,9 @@ The colonel leaves. The general watches the office tiles~: Between two clients the whores come to lean at the upstairs windows, their breasts pushed up within the bodice, shine in the sun, tremble like milk, flies alight there searching for crusts of semen, suck up the sweat, they run over the breasts, then disappear in the armpits' hair ; when soldiers or workmen pass by, the whores open their bodices and lift their dresses up to the belly ; as for the ones displaying themselves down below, before the door, the ones leaning at the windows spit on them. -At the end of the room, on a battered paillasse, a young whore, legs joined under a large piece of linen bloody in places, moans : a sailor deflowered her too violently, she has been delirious and bleeding in the rags for three days ; the shadows of the eucalypti shaken by the breeze pass on her cadaverous belly, blacken the hole of the navel, and the flows of blood ; rats run along the pavement, whores scream ; the men stopped in the middle of the street and embraced by the whores from below, pick up stones and throw them at the rats ; children, out from the alleys, rush forward with sticks, club the rats still alive, pick them by the tail and disappear again in the alleys screaming, fighting over the dead rats. Now and then a red sand wind rises beyond the city, comes out of some savage valley, covers the river then the corn fields ; the whores, worked on, feel the sand coming, the clients give a start, their muscles snap slowly under the gleaming skin ; their veins swell all along the whores' body ; the red sand spatters the wall facing the open window, clings with its teeth and its claws to the saltpetre, to the ivy. Far beyond the sea knives rise, in the white streets, pierce the hanging linen, men hand rifles to the children, put up in front of them some dummies to shoot at ; the children, lying on their belly in the sand of the wash-houses, machine-gun those puppets, shoulder shaken by the shots. +At the end of the room, on a battered paillasse, a young whore, legs joined under a large piece of linen bloody in places, moans~: a sailor deflowered her too violently, she has been delirious and bleeding in the rags for three days ; the shadows of the eucalypti shaken by the breeze pass on her cadaverous belly, blacken the hole of the navel, and the flows of blood ; rats run along the pavement, whores scream ; the men stopped in the middle of the street and embraced by the whores from below, pick up stones and throw them at the rats ; children, out from the alleys, rush forward with sticks, club the rats still alive, pick them by the tail and disappear again in the alleys screaming, fighting over the dead rats. Now and then a red sand wind rises beyond the city, comes out of some savage valley, covers the river then the corn fields ; the whores, worked on, feel the sand coming, the clients give a start, their muscles snap slowly under the gleaming skin ; their veins swell all along the whores' body ; the red sand spatters the wall facing the open window, clings with its teeth and its claws to the saltpetre, to the ivy. Far beyond the sea knives rise, in the white streets, pierce the hanging linen, men hand rifles to the children, put up in front of them some dummies to shoot at ; the children, lying on their belly in the sand of the wash-houses, machine-gun those puppets, shoulder shaken by the shots. -{\sloppy Young men, paid by Inanemas bankers and landlords, run through the city shouting : \speech{Level Inamenas, burn it down, shoot all the rebels\ldots}\par} +{\sloppy Young men, paid by Inanemas bankers and landlords, run through the city shouting~: \speech{Level Inamenas, burn it down, shoot all the rebels\ldots}\par} The captain, above the children lying on their bellies, presses his chest. @@ -3388,9 +3388,9 @@ The captain, above the children lying on their bellies, presses his chest. The flock from Inamenas, fleeing before the shouts of those young wolves, old men snapped up and thrown on the sand, young wolves' foam upon the women's bellies, Ah~! war, war. -Whores wash late in the morning, in the horse-ponds filled with blue water ; flies coming from the heap of human and animal shit fuming at the doors of stables and huts, cover the whores' tatters, their wretched working clothes thrown on the muddy paving stones around the horse-ponds, lift, flop down the still damp and crumpled pieces of cloth ; children, feet in the mud, harass the whores, jump in the mud, pinch their hips, trample their clothes, splash their legs, with the mud : one boy, drawing to him a goat coming out of a stable, mates with the motionless animal ; the children, all around, laugh, their glittering teeth covered here and there by blood and shreds of black meat. +Whores wash late in the morning, in the horse-ponds filled with blue water ; flies coming from the heap of human and animal shit fuming at the doors of stables and huts, cover the whores' tatters, their wretched working clothes thrown on the muddy paving stones around the horse-ponds, lift, flop down the still damp and crumpled pieces of cloth ; children, feet in the mud, harass the whores, jump in the mud, pinch their hips, trample their clothes, splash their legs, with the mud~: one boy, drawing to him a goat coming out of a stable, mates with the motionless animal ; the children, all around, laugh, their glittering teeth covered here and there by blood and shreds of black meat. -The sun, invisible in the sky, burns inside the puddles ; the boy's sperm flows and shines on the goat's hair ; the shadows of the storks slide on the whores' backs, the madam screams, breasts showing, under the eucalypti : men soiled with dirty oil, cement, blood, gall, vegetal milk, are pulling her by the arms. The whores plunge their head in the water~: +The sun, invisible in the sky, burns inside the puddles ; the boy's sperm flows and shines on the goat's hair ; the shadows of the storks slide on the whores' backs, the madam screams, breasts showing, under the eucalypti~: men soiled with dirty oil, cement, blood, gall, vegetal milk, are pulling her by the arms. The whores plunge their head in the water~: --- Let the old woman manage by herself, tasting a bit of men's blood will do her no harm. @@ -3400,7 +3400,7 @@ Their laughter stir the blue water. The children shout~: At noon, men and whores, are asleep, clasped in each other's arms, tails and fins whipping their backs\ldots -The colonel knocks, opens the door : pushes a soldier towards the general. +The colonel knocks, opens the door~: pushes a soldier towards the general. --- I don't want to see him, take him back to his duty. @@ -3426,7 +3426,7 @@ The soldier salutes, steps back, opens the door and leaves~: % TODO this looks like an error -\speech{--- Your boys shall play with you inside your bed, the house smells of night's sweat, of milk, the boy lies between your wife and yourself, his pyjamas are half-opened ; a breeze of ink comes down from the window ; the alarm-clock beats in the dark under the bedside lamp's crystal. The boy unties the pyjamas' string, thrusts his hand between the thighs, you stroke his wrists, at the tip of your fingers, brushing the down of his cock : his mother, your wife, gives a start, her hand moves upwards along her child's hip, her own cunt, is roused, swells, half-opens itself ; the ink-soaked curtain collapses ; both of you roll over the boy, you penetrate him together from the front and from the rear, he groans, head tilted on the pillow, then you make love over his body filled, emptied, on his young belly you hug each other like in the first days, both your semens mixed flow on his navel ; his body jumps, his lips tremble, a bit of blood spurts from the corners, you and your wife lick it, and pull him, each of you to his own side : the pyjamas wet, crumpled, tucked up as far as the shoulders and dragged down to the knees, your hands mould them, your teeth nibble them ; the woman squats down, walks by her boy, grabs him by the feet, lifts his legs, opens the thighs, plunges her head and teeth between them, like in a juicy water melon, that wets the cheeks and the tips of the ears, and parting them, grunts, growls, sniffs, groans. +\speech{--- Your boys shall play with you inside your bed, the house smells of night's sweat, of milk, the boy lies between your wife and yourself, his pyjamas are half-opened ; a breeze of ink comes down from the window ; the alarm-clock beats in the dark under the bedside lamp's crystal. The boy unties the pyjamas' string, thrusts his hand between the thighs, you stroke his wrists, at the tip of your fingers, brushing the down of his cock~: his mother, your wife, gives a start, her hand moves upwards along her child's hip, her own cunt, is roused, swells, half-opens itself ; the ink-soaked curtain collapses ; both of you roll over the boy, you penetrate him together from the front and from the rear, he groans, head tilted on the pillow, then you make love over his body filled, emptied, on his young belly you hug each other like in the first days, both your semens mixed flow on his navel ; his body jumps, his lips tremble, a bit of blood spurts from the corners, you and your wife lick it, and pull him, each of you to his own side~: the pyjamas wet, crumpled, tucked up as far as the shoulders and dragged down to the knees, your hands mould them, your teeth nibble them ; the woman squats down, walks by her boy, grabs him by the feet, lifts his legs, opens the thighs, plunges her head and teeth between them, like in a juicy water melon, that wets the cheeks and the tips of the ears, and parting them, grunts, growls, sniffs, groans. The boy moans, head tilted on your chest, the woman imitates that moaning and laughs, lips and nostrils tickled by her boy's down ; he puts his hand on your knee, which he feels stiffened by the coming orgasm ; sperm gushes out of your taut and lonely cock, falls back, spatters your belly, your thighs, your boy's hand ; the ink breeze splashes the lamp's crystal ; the crucifix, above the bed, moves, undulates, twists like a snake, a little laugh comes from the crucifix, shakes the crown of thorns. @@ -3494,7 +3494,7 @@ The captain leaves his room at noon, he sees the general's apartment's shutters --- What~? Thivai in jail~? ---- A colonel and two lieutenants from security came to question him this morning : he spoke to the rebs in his mike, he warned them of the ambushes. +--- A colonel and two lieutenants from security came to question him this morning~: he spoke to the rebs in his mike, he warned them of the ambushes. --- Shut up, Thivai hardly knew how to use his radio, and he's a straight lad. @@ -3506,7 +3506,7 @@ lad. --- Thivai, he's a swell guy. You remember the day he buried a reb and his son, in front of the cave ; the chief kept quiet. % TODO same story ---- Thivai, he could do everything and he was a writer : one day, on leave, I saw a +--- Thivai, he could do everything and he was a writer~: one day, on leave, I saw a book by him in a train station. --- He'll get along against those shirkers. @@ -3581,7 +3581,7 @@ Xaintrailles and the little dog cross the empty courtyard where the storks' shad --- By the way, Crazy Horse, he got his cross posthumously. ---- The day they brought back the dead body to the general, you remember how he wept, he was trying to bring himself together, I was driving the jeep, I said to him : \speech{General, you're a woman.} It was freezing cold, he wanted to warm up his hands between my thighs ; I made him some coffee in a little barrack under the fir trees ; he took his cock with both hands, I couldn't obey him any more because I had seen his cock. They're rotten, all of them. For them a soldier is just good to put their hands on. +--- The day they brought back the dead body to the general, you remember how he wept, he was trying to bring himself together, I was driving the jeep, I said to him~: \speech{General, you're a woman.} It was freezing cold, he wanted to warm up his hands between my thighs ; I made him some coffee in a little barrack under the fir trees ; he took his cock with both hands, I couldn't obey him any more because I had seen his cock. They're rotten, all of them. For them a soldier is just good to put their hands on. --- Bloody army. @@ -3638,7 +3638,7 @@ Captain Xaintrailles crosses the courtyard again, Pino appears before him, his k --- Go away. Get out. You disgust me. You're asking for your five thousand francs~? ---- None of your business, that the general loves me. He sure is the first to love me so much. Your pal Thivai, he never insults me. But I'll find you again, when you're a civilian : the orphan's knife hurts. +--- None of your business, that the general loves me. He sure is the first to love me so much. Your pal Thivai, he never insults me. But I'll find you again, when you're a civilian~: the orphan's knife hurts. Xaintrailles wipes his forehead~: @@ -3668,7 +3668,7 @@ Xaintrailles wipes his forehead~: --- Why do you want to die~? ---- Because I'm a bastard child. I don't exist. Don't know how to do anything. It will be one record card less. The nurse, the instructress, when I'll kick the bucket, a little spurt of urine will splash her hand, revenge, captain. The world, it's a brothel : all the children are for sale. +--- Because I'm a bastard child. I don't exist. Don't know how to do anything. It will be one record card less. The nurse, the instructress, when I'll kick the bucket, a little spurt of urine will splash her hand, revenge, captain. The world, it's a brothel~: all the children are for sale. The soldier buries his fingers in his hair. When he pulls them out, a black streak --- grease and motor oil --- divides his forehead ; the root of the hair is a bit bloody. The captain lays his hand on the soldier's shoulder, under the palm of his hand, which comes close to the veins in the neck, a little sob, brief, the soldier raises his shoulder against his temple, his cheek brushes Xaintrailles', his lips, for a moment, settle on the top of the phalanx. Xaintrailles feels, against his wrist, the small cheek burn, tremble, scent like a fresh rose in the fiery morning. @@ -3686,23 +3686,23 @@ The soldier buries his fingers in his hair. When he pulls them out, a black stre Thivai lies down on the camp bed, wrists crossed under the nape~: ---- Serves them right. Here I am alone at last. I am not pure. Ridiculous trying to grow a beard, I miss the icy water of Maison Forestiére, this winter, the tent's cloth swelled for a while, weighing on my knees, in the morning. First, wash myself, always look on the window's side not to forget the light, move the battery crates three hours a day, lift them up at arm's length, listen well to the sound of voices, of dogs, of sand outside, watch only the muscle movements of the officers questioning me, not be emotional with Xaintrailles. Think, not dream : Xaintrailles dreams for me. +--- Serves them right. Here I am alone at last. I am not pure. Ridiculous trying to grow a beard, I miss the icy water of Maison Forestiére, this winter, the tent's cloth swelled for a while, weighing on my knees, in the morning. First, wash myself, always look on the window's side not to forget the light, move the battery crates three hours a day, lift them up at arm's length, listen well to the sound of voices, of dogs, of sand outside, watch only the muscle movements of the officers questioning me, not be emotional with Xaintrailles. Think, not dream~: Xaintrailles dreams for me. \bigbreak -The soldiers in close formation march down towards the lower city ; children from the rubbish piles, make lewd gestures to them, the soldiers laugh, leap forward, shouting ; the children draw back, move forward again, pick up rubbish and throw it at the soldiers' feet. A naked child gets up from a smashed in rabbit hutch --- a man is hiding behind an eucalyptus --- climbs up the rubbish pile ; a soldier takes aim at him, the sub-machine gun's barrel moves down to the child's feet, up along his legs, the soldier sees running there a bit of sperm mixed with mud ; the soldiers move off, the man comes out from behind the tree, runs towards the hutch where the child lies, legs spread apart, face buried in the old, rotten, excremental litter, chest hollowed above the nails and the wire, penis crushed against the wire netting : the soldiers, weapon in hand, climb the ruins and the banks ; children naked, or their penis, or knee, or throat wrapped in rags, their back, their buttocks, their cheek red, wake up at the soldiers' feet and rise, head covered with straw ; inside their still warm holes, rats tremble, climb upon each other with little squeaks ; the soldiers pass by the laundry shop, in front of the commandos' dormitories, just between the two cities ; they stop : the glass door is half-opened, a soldier, with his sten gun's butt, pushes the door : Giauhare, in the far end of the shop, is ironing shirts and battledresses ; her mother, sitting inside the back shop, in the sun and steam, is sewing, without a thimble ; the soldier walks towards Giauhare. +The soldiers in close formation march down towards the lower city ; children from the rubbish piles, make lewd gestures to them, the soldiers laugh, leap forward, shouting ; the children draw back, move forward again, pick up rubbish and throw it at the soldiers' feet. A naked child gets up from a smashed in rabbit hutch --- a man is hiding behind an eucalyptus --- climbs up the rubbish pile ; a soldier takes aim at him, the sub-machine gun's barrel moves down to the child's feet, up along his legs, the soldier sees running there a bit of sperm mixed with mud ; the soldiers move off, the man comes out from behind the tree, runs towards the hutch where the child lies, legs spread apart, face buried in the old, rotten, excremental litter, chest hollowed above the nails and the wire, penis crushed against the wire netting~: the soldiers, weapon in hand, climb the ruins and the banks ; children naked, or their penis, or knee, or throat wrapped in rags, their back, their buttocks, their cheek red, wake up at the soldiers' feet and rise, head covered with straw ; inside their still warm holes, rats tremble, climb upon each other with little squeaks ; the soldiers pass by the laundry shop, in front of the commandos' dormitories, just between the two cities ; they stop~: the glass door is half-opened, a soldier, with his sten gun's butt, pushes the door~: Giauhare, in the far end of the shop, is ironing shirts and battledresses ; her mother, sitting inside the back shop, in the sun and steam, is sewing, without a thimble ; the soldier walks towards Giauhare. The girl puts her iron down, her hands cling to the board, the palm and the fingers on the hot cloth charred towards the middle ; the soldier steps forward, weapon supported by both his hands and pointed at Giauhare ; the other soldiers are stamping their feet outside, lighting cigarettes ; the soldier leaps, knocks the board over with his knee, brandishes his weapon at arm's length, grabs the girl's shoulder with his free hand, draws the girl against him ; with the sten gun's barrel, he closes the back shop door, and turns the key ; the mother knocks at the pane, screams ; the steam gradually clouds the pane ; the mother runs to the other door, opens it, goes in the garden, comes back to the street, the soldiers move aside then encircle the old woman ; she crouches down, her head strikes the knees of the motionless soldiers, her hands cling to the battledress cloth, pinch the thighs' skin ; in the shop, the soldier has knocked Giauhare down on the tiled floor, the sten gun's butt crushes the fragments of the water bowl, Giauhare's shoulder strikes the board ; the soldier, keeping his sten gun in one hand, with the other tucks up the girl's dress, she drives her fingers in the soldier's eyes, nostrils and mouth. -He spits at the girl's face, he weighs heavily on her, his free hand tears away the shreds of her dress, crumples them, thrusts them between the girl's thighs, pulls them out, raises them to his mouth, tears them with his teeth, spits them out again on the girl's bare belly. Then he brushes aside all the shreds, all the yarns from the girl's cunt, smooths the hair down, like an animal cleans the place it wants to live in ; his hand moves upwards, unbuttons the battledress ; his hip, all the right side of his body alone weighs upon the girl's left side ; his head and the girl's are connected by the filaments of dribble and saliva ; the girl's fingers claw the battledress cloth, at the shoulder ; the soldier rubs his cheek against her fingers ; his hand pulls the cock out ; the girl's knee rises, touches the tip of the cock ; the girl's gaze slips towards the tiled floor ; the iron, standing, next to the board, within the girl's reach, shines on the blue diamond-shaped tiles ; the girl's hand, while the other one is clawing the soldier's shoulder, stretches itself, touches the iron, catches it, lifts it up ; the soldier directs his hardened cock, viper's head, towards the girl's mop of hair ; his other hand drops the sten gun ; but the burning iron shoots out, the electric wire winds round the girl's wrist ; the soldier lets go of his cock, the iron swings on his open hand, the skin sizzles, the soldier screams ; the girl's hand holds the iron pressed on the soldier's hand, he writhes and falls backwards, his softened cock rolling on the battledress ; sweat flowing on the nostrils, and entering the eyes and blinding them, bathing the throat, the ears, the nape ; the girl, back on her feet, pulls the iron away ; the soldiers grab the wounded man : he bites his charred hand, he bites his wrist, he bites his arm until fresh blood runs ; the radio operator, in his P P. 8 calls the commandos' infirmary ; mother and daughter lock themselves up in the back shop ; children invade the garden and stare at the two embracing women ; the smell of burned flesh rises to the ceiling, filters through the slats, awakens, in the attic, Kment asleep on the straw. +He spits at the girl's face, he weighs heavily on her, his free hand tears away the shreds of her dress, crumples them, thrusts them between the girl's thighs, pulls them out, raises them to his mouth, tears them with his teeth, spits them out again on the girl's bare belly. Then he brushes aside all the shreds, all the yarns from the girl's cunt, smooths the hair down, like an animal cleans the place it wants to live in ; his hand moves upwards, unbuttons the battledress ; his hip, all the right side of his body alone weighs upon the girl's left side ; his head and the girl's are connected by the filaments of dribble and saliva ; the girl's fingers claw the battledress cloth, at the shoulder ; the soldier rubs his cheek against her fingers ; his hand pulls the cock out ; the girl's knee rises, touches the tip of the cock ; the girl's gaze slips towards the tiled floor ; the iron, standing, next to the board, within the girl's reach, shines on the blue diamond-shaped tiles ; the girl's hand, while the other one is clawing the soldier's shoulder, stretches itself, touches the iron, catches it, lifts it up ; the soldier directs his hardened cock, viper's head, towards the girl's mop of hair ; his other hand drops the sten gun ; but the burning iron shoots out, the electric wire winds round the girl's wrist ; the soldier lets go of his cock, the iron swings on his open hand, the skin sizzles, the soldier screams ; the girl's hand holds the iron pressed on the soldier's hand, he writhes and falls backwards, his softened cock rolling on the battledress ; sweat flowing on the nostrils, and entering the eyes and blinding them, bathing the throat, the ears, the nape ; the girl, back on her feet, pulls the iron away ; the soldiers grab the wounded man~: he bites his charred hand, he bites his wrist, he bites his arm until fresh blood runs ; the radio operator, in his P P. 8 calls the commandos' infirmary ; mother and daughter lock themselves up in the back shop ; children invade the garden and stare at the two embracing women ; the smell of burned flesh rises to the ceiling, filters through the slats, awakens, in the attic, Kment asleep on the straw. The soldiers carry away the wounded man, go out, lay him down under an eucalyptus ; a jeep stops in the dust, the doctor gets out, the soldiers step aside, the probationary officer squats down, takes the wounded man's hand, turns it over, orders the soldier to lay the wounded soldier on the jeep's back seat. The two soldiers of the escort, sitting on each side of the seat, on the sheet iron, the sten gun between their legs, move away the oil cans, lie the wounded man on the red plastic cushion ; the probationary officer looks back, the jeep starts off, the wounded man groans, dribbles, the officer holds his hand. -The soldiers, sten gun in hand, in dusty battledress, shiver under the midday sun ; the children hide behind the haystacks, where rats are hissing ; Kment, head and brow covered by a leather cap, blue-jeans held around the waist by a string, stripped to the waist, climbs down along the roof, jumps into the garden, the children escape. Kment enters the back shop, stops on the threshold with his back to the light, on the floor the remains of a little chalet made of matches ; Kment looks down, Giauhare, naked, is hugging her mother ; Kment turns away and moves back to the garden, the mother pushes Giauhare towards the far end of the room : Giauhare picks up a dress from the heap of torn cloth and slips it on, hidden by her mother ; the shoulder is torn~: +The soldiers, sten gun in hand, in dusty battledress, shiver under the midday sun ; the children hide behind the haystacks, where rats are hissing ; Kment, head and brow covered by a leather cap, blue-jeans held around the waist by a string, stripped to the waist, climbs down along the roof, jumps into the garden, the children escape. Kment enters the back shop, stops on the threshold with his back to the light, on the floor the remains of a little chalet made of matches ; Kment looks down, Giauhare, naked, is hugging her mother ; Kment turns away and moves back to the garden, the mother pushes Giauhare towards the far end of the room~: Giauhare picks up a dress from the heap of torn cloth and slips it on, hidden by her mother ; the shoulder is torn~: --- Come, don't cry any more. I'll put a few stitches. Come. -Kment, hands in his pockets, walks across the garden, trampling the grass heavy with mating insects, the polished stones thrown there by the children ; picks a fig, bites into it, his fingers, covered with the cactus thorns, brush his lips ; he leaves the garden, walks towards a brook dividing the two cities, sits down at the edge of the muddy water, dips his bare feet into it : in front, on the opposite bank, the body of a newly killed child --- in the night, while he was looking for rotten food under the barbed wire --- shines with the flies on its belly, agglutinated on the navel, his legs spread on the water, penis lying on the sharp edge of an open can, eyelids pulled by the bees sucking dried lacrymal liquid. +Kment, hands in his pockets, walks across the garden, trampling the grass heavy with mating insects, the polished stones thrown there by the children ; picks a fig, bites into it, his fingers, covered with the cactus thorns, brush his lips ; he leaves the garden, walks towards a brook dividing the two cities, sits down at the edge of the muddy water, dips his bare feet into it~: in front, on the opposite bank, the body of a newly killed child --- in the night, while he was looking for rotten food under the barbed wire --- shines with the flies on its belly, agglutinated on the navel, his legs spread on the water, penis lying on the sharp edge of an open can, eyelids pulled by the bees sucking dried lacrymal liquid. Kment holds his feet in the water above the sludge, then he lolls back, lets his shoulders hit the mud trampled by the beasts. Thus lying, his cock growing hard, under the sunbeams, he watches the sky, a stork soars towards the eucalypti, two helicopters hover in the middle of the sky ; Kment listens to the animals nibbling, pinching, stinging, wetting, sucking the trunks of the eucalypti ; soldiers lie in wait, weapon in hand, beyond the barbed wire, slightly higher up, in sentry boxes covered by foliage ; other soldiers, girded in kitchen cloths, carry fuming pots down the hill, stop before every sentry box, the sentry holds out his mess tin, immediately the ladle tinkles, the soldier brings his tin back under the leaves. @@ -3710,7 +3710,7 @@ Kment licks his lips, swallows his saliva ; behind him, all along the brook, gro Flies, caught under the penis' membrane, die stuck in the wound ; the rat leaps on the child's knee, runs on his leg, up along the foot, keeps its balance on the toes, nibbles the nails ; the children, on the other side of the brook, pick up stones, pieces of sheet iron, and throw them at the rat ; it runs on the child's belly following the wounds, hides under the armpit, a stone hits the shoulder, the rat jumps, runs along the hip, on the black lime, it sinks under the buttock, comes out again between the child's thighs, a stone strikes its head, the rat hisses, shakes its legs, its muzzle is trembling ; a can with a sharp lid, slices one of its ears off, it scratches the wound with its claws, it enters again under the thigh, it runs along the hip, a piece of stake, thrown by Kment, nails him into earth, from the side ; it struggles, it squeaks, black blood spurts out from between its teeth, spatters the dead body's hip and the edge of the belly ; the rat raises the stake, leaning on its legs, the children assembled behind Kment kneeling, watch the rat die. The rat sinks down, it whines, muzzle searching in the mud, its teeth nibbling the sliced ear, they throw it back against the belly, the rat covers it with its paw ; the rat jumps, its belly grows hollow and remains so, its lifted paw trembles a few seconds then stiffens ; the children yell, dribble runs down their chin, covers their chest, their belly ; they scream, the filaments of dribble sparkle, stretched, balanced from the lips to the chin then to the belly ; the children are covered with open wounds and scars, riddled, stung, torn, beaten, bitten, burned, crushed ; their wounds close up over the flies, over wisps of straw, over fragments of glass, of china, over satiated bees. The child's body is soiled by the black marks left by the rat, they wind around his arms, his thighs, his legs, around his neck, cross his cheeks, his forehead, his chest, his hairs are stuck together in tufts ; flies, wasps swarm over those wounds, over the tears made by the rat, plunge under the severed membranes, they roll in the down of the penis, bend it, vibrate, buzz, creak as if in a newborn bush. -Kment gets up, walks back towards the laundry shop, the children follow him, their feet trample the earth and the pebbles. As soon as they touch something soft, something fresh, the child bends, squats down, picks up, eats and scrapes the earth all around. Kment sits against the eucalyptus, opposite the laundry shop : the man is lying on the child in the rabbit hutch ; he hears the children's footsteps and their murmuring, he gets up, both hands leaning on the edge of the hutch ; the child, trampled, dazzled, body flattened, cheeks covered with the man's saliva, straightens himself up again, leaning on his elbows ; the man takes a banknote from his pocket and throws it on the child's belly. Kment gets up, the man puts his hands in front of his face and flees. The child brings the banknote to Kment. The boy takes it, the children form a circle around the tree, Kment, the banknote in hand, enters the grocery : little shop made of a thatched roof and mud walls, babies are rolling around behind the bamboo screen. +Kment gets up, walks back towards the laundry shop, the children follow him, their feet trample the earth and the pebbles. As soon as they touch something soft, something fresh, the child bends, squats down, picks up, eats and scrapes the earth all around. Kment sits against the eucalyptus, opposite the laundry shop~: the man is lying on the child in the rabbit hutch ; he hears the children's footsteps and their murmuring, he gets up, both hands leaning on the edge of the hutch ; the child, trampled, dazzled, body flattened, cheeks covered with the man's saliva, straightens himself up again, leaning on his elbows ; the man takes a banknote from his pocket and throws it on the child's belly. Kment gets up, the man puts his hands in front of his face and flees. The child brings the banknote to Kment. The boy takes it, the children form a circle around the tree, Kment, the banknote in hand, enters the grocery~: little shop made of a thatched roof and mud walls, babies are rolling around behind the bamboo screen. Kment gives the banknote, takes a loaf, leaves ; the children come to him. @@ -3730,11 +3730,11 @@ Kment walks towards the man, spits on that smooth and quivering throat, he spits All around, dogs are searching the sand, digging up bones, storks soar above them, blasts of air from their wings sweep the sand ; blinded dogs, growl, bare their fangs, leap on the birds, but these, with one flap of the wings, move up towards the blue air, settle on the shacks of lonely beaches, soar towards the surf, fly up the little channels dug by the sea in the sand of the beach and which flow under the blasts from their wings. -Towards the top of the beach, the sea has pushed pebbles, round stones, cuttlebones, pieces of bark, bits of cork covered by men's turds : rats plunge in, their fangs burst the seaweeds' bladders. Higher up, in the flat rocks, tiny fish tremble inside the pink-bottomed puddles. Higher up still, at the foot of the cliff, lizards run between the puddles where donkeys' and men's urine fumes. +Towards the top of the beach, the sea has pushed pebbles, round stones, cuttlebones, pieces of bark, bits of cork covered by men's turds~: rats plunge in, their fangs burst the seaweeds' bladders. Higher up, in the flat rocks, tiny fish tremble inside the pink-bottomed puddles. Higher up still, at the foot of the cliff, lizards run between the puddles where donkeys' and men's urine fumes. Kment jumps among the rocks, crouches down, one hand dragging in a yellow puddle, and waits for the lizards ; he brings down his hand, the lizard escapes ; Kment on all fours, chases him ; his wet hand squashes the lizard, the little hard head turns back, over the nail ; Kment, between thumb and index, squeezes the open jaw, he raises his hand, the lizard is hanging, Kment bites the tail, gobbles it up, the belly writhes, bleeds ; Kment grabs it, gobbles it up, the lizard's legs grapple on to his lips, Kment cuts them with his teeth, spits them out on the rock, he throws into his mouth the head with its jaw opening convulsively, he crunches it, the lizard's teeth crack under his teeth ; Kment licks the tip of his fingers, he looks round, sees lizards running on the rock, disappear in the holes of the cliff, he stretches his hand out, catches two lizards, squeezes them in his fist and eats them, tail and head, belly and belly, tail and head, his lips are covered with little scales and little teeth, the remains of the legs prick his throat ; above him the grass on the cliff is on fire ; Kment rises, wipes his wet hand on his hip and dances, the smoke and the scent of grass drying the sweat on his body, he dances, his feet bare, grazed, burned on the rock, he throws his arms above his head, beats his hips, sticks out his belly, hollows it, the rags covering him, slide, get undone, fall along his thighs, he throws back over his shoulders his hair full of itchings, flies vibrate in his ears, his knees, the muscles of his neck crack, dribble runs down his chin ; head tilted backwards, oily, black hair brushing the top of his back, he lowers himself, belly convulsed, thighs opening, knees parted, heels joined ; his buttocks touch his heels, weigh upon them ; he throws both his hands between the knees, closes his fists, presses them against the rock, his toes, reddened, curl up, nails scraping the rock ; he drops on his right shoulder, he rolls on the side, the rock's fire seizes him, from feet to nape, he crosses his wrists under the nape, he stretches his legs, the shreds of lizards swarm in his intestines, he opens his dry eyes, he widens them with his fingers, turns them towards the sun and holds them open until he gets dazzled ; then he shuts them over the tears and can go to sleep, temple and ear against the burning and sharp rock. -Emilienne supports Serge : the boy passed his arms around her shoulders, his +Emilienne supports Serge~: the boy passed his arms around her shoulders, his crutch makes holes in the wet sand. --- You don't think we risk a stray bullet or a grenade~? @@ -3775,7 +3775,7 @@ Emilienne leans her knee against the boy's bandaged knee, her thigh brushes the --- I would close it up again with my lips. O Serge, for your sake I'd sell myself on the market place\ldots ---- Happy are you happy, abandoned among us, covered with wind and milk, touched, tepid ; young men, their lips gagged with white cloth, bend over you, touch the tepid mud on your cunt, between your thighs. You hide, during gymnastics, crouching behind the charcoal kiln, blood besieging your knees ; the old dying sister, by the half-open door, lifts her hand and lets it fall back on the sheet. You rise and you enter the room saturated with salt, sugar, gall, steam, blood ; you move closer to the bed, you touch the sheet, the old sister breathes a white sigh, she uncovers the top of her body, she unveils it, she leans towards you, she implores you, you lay your hand on the right breast, on what was, once, the place of a breast ; the nipple lies flat, almost bent inside the flesh ; you lift it with your teeth, you suck it : milk spurts out on your lips, in your nostrils, the old sister strokes your shining nape and the soapy texture of the shoulder~: +--- Happy are you happy, abandoned among us, covered with wind and milk, touched, tepid ; young men, their lips gagged with white cloth, bend over you, touch the tepid mud on your cunt, between your thighs. You hide, during gymnastics, crouching behind the charcoal kiln, blood besieging your knees ; the old dying sister, by the half-open door, lifts her hand and lets it fall back on the sheet. You rise and you enter the room saturated with salt, sugar, gall, steam, blood ; you move closer to the bed, you touch the sheet, the old sister breathes a white sigh, she uncovers the top of her body, she unveils it, she leans towards you, she implores you, you lay your hand on the right breast, on what was, once, the place of a breast ; the nipple lies flat, almost bent inside the flesh ; you lift it with your teeth, you suck it~: milk spurts out on your lips, in your nostrils, the old sister strokes your shining nape and the soapy texture of the shoulder~: --- See, my child,what I've been hiding under my bed. @@ -3801,7 +3801,7 @@ Emilienne leans her knee against the boy's bandaged knee, her thigh brushes the --- We've reached the caves. Breathe the smell of death. If you want to devour me, first devour all those unburied dead, bury them in your flesh and me after, inside your entrails. -They pass by the caves : half-naked children are crawling on the sand. Emilienne shivers, clutches Serge's shoulder. +They pass by the caves~: half-naked children are crawling on the sand. Emilienne shivers, clutches Serge's shoulder. The children grapple on to her knees, she feels the tiny nails claw her skin, like thistle~: @@ -3814,7 +3814,7 @@ A child starts to unfasten the bandages around Serge's knee. At the cave's mouth, a child is striking a dead octopus, with a stone ; he strikes, steps back, growls, strikes again, steps back, strides over the octopus, spits at it, sits down on the twitching flesh, blows, pulls a tentacle between his thighs, holds it against his wrist, drives it inside his nostrils. ---- For three days and three nights, you have been lying in wait for me, hidden in your puddle, buried under the sand, only your big eyes sticking out like bubbles. You ate my father, my mother, and you wanted to devour me. You, my mother, who escaped all the way to the stars, see, I killed your enemy, the one who seduces my father, bewitches him, clings to his neck, to his waist and steels his pay from him. My mother who escaped all the way to the stars, come down and wash my face, wring the facecloth inside my ears. Your little ones chased from their father's bed, banished, whipped by the octopus, were imploring you, at night, their teeth were chattering, their knees covered with dried blood, kneeling in the manure. O mother, come down, so that I can sit on your belly, your hands holding my hips. Men look at me on the street, gold shines in their hands. O mother, come and take us. See my squashed foot : a jeep, at night, knocked me down, the soldiers are laughing, they're gobbling up black grapes ; the lieutenant grips the gear stick between his thighs, the soldiers tap on his shoulders, I scream, writhing on the sand, my foot caught under the wheel. The lieutenant orders the driver to stop, the soldiers to get off and lift the jeep, the driver moves back, I scream, the soldiers jump in the jeep, my bones crack. +--- For three days and three nights, you have been lying in wait for me, hidden in your puddle, buried under the sand, only your big eyes sticking out like bubbles. You ate my father, my mother, and you wanted to devour me. You, my mother, who escaped all the way to the stars, see, I killed your enemy, the one who seduces my father, bewitches him, clings to his neck, to his waist and steels his pay from him. My mother who escaped all the way to the stars, come down and wash my face, wring the facecloth inside my ears. Your little ones chased from their father's bed, banished, whipped by the octopus, were imploring you, at night, their teeth were chattering, their knees covered with dried blood, kneeling in the manure. O mother, come down, so that I can sit on your belly, your hands holding my hips. Men look at me on the street, gold shines in their hands. O mother, come and take us. See my squashed foot~: a jeep, at night, knocked me down, the soldiers are laughing, they're gobbling up black grapes ; the lieutenant grips the gear stick between his thighs, the soldiers tap on his shoulders, I scream, writhing on the sand, my foot caught under the wheel. The lieutenant orders the driver to stop, the soldiers to get off and lift the jeep, the driver moves back, I scream, the soldiers jump in the jeep, my bones crack. --- My name is Tijena. @@ -3838,13 +3838,13 @@ Emilienne and Serge walk on the cuttlebones, on the pieces of bark smeared with --- Let's go, Serge, or let's die here, among those dead bodies, let's die the same death as theirs, pull off your bandages, tear my skirt, I abandon you, I lie down here to die next to that old man. -At night, under the wind, the rising sand gradually covers us up every night : huge octopuses suck up the sand, push it away, but we are already dead and cold ; the old man has smashed the bones of his leg, rolling over me, his head jumped on my breast, his lips opened up against my throat. +At night, under the wind, the rising sand gradually covers us up every night~: huge octopuses suck up the sand, push it away, but we are already dead and cold ; the old man has smashed the bones of his leg, rolling over me, his head jumped on my breast, his lips opened up against my throat. --- I don't even wish to die any more neither to command action, make blood or sperm gush out, I do not know height, width, tears, wind, sea, melancholy of the perfect centuries any more ; mute are the mouths, blind are the eyes. O God, thou who descendest in the middle of History, leaving in the shadows of lashes and marble, the ancient men, thou who, in thy wisdom, in the brutality of thy decision, actest, bad expert on men's History, and rapest the Earth, broken loose from thy hands, heating it, burning it so that it splits, explodes within thy hands, and thou livest again in every living thing ; thou appearest and I suffer ; thou resistest me in everything that lives. O God, thy Creation is growing old ; we watch it die in awe. Burn, burn the Earth, fix us for ever in that fire, throw our shapes against nothingness ; burn this Earth that was our shelter against your terror ; water, palms used to protect us against your gaze and your amorous motions ; your hand tried to reach us, as we ran in the virgin forests or sought refuge under the nets in the sweat of love ; for thee, we roll ourselves on the sheets, mouth half-opened like crawl swimmers ; our heart throbs ; on our bellies throbs the liquor of sacrifice, all around, feathers fly in the golden air, stick to the sweat of our knees, cocks crow under the bed. Emilienne, don't let your leg drag on the tiled floor, the cock would tear your foot, he lifts the bared nerves with his beak, dust, fallen sand stick to the blood, blood stops the sunbeams and takes the colour of gold ; on the window pane swarming with bees and flies at its corners, children apply their pink tongue, looking down towards your half-open cunt ; outside on the river, on the canal, between the orphanage's high brick walls, slide smokes, incenses, foams, and the coats of buffaloes, 6 abandoned both of them, neck hardened by the wind, head covered with flowers, lying on the surface of the black and icy water, and their back brushed by fish and sages, let's go down towards the sun ; soaking wet we dash forward on the beach, we roll in the white sand, and, smeared with sand, and salt, and froth, we serve a sacrifice of blood and feathers, clad in linen, skin on fire under the linen, genitals small and hard, salt becoming white at the corner of our lips in the declining sun. You ; I am blind, take my hands, push me into the fire ; sweat runs on your hips, blood envelopes your fingers like a net ; wind frees the smoke of the forests. Cover me with gold, pour basins of gold coins over my head, anoint me. ---- Throw me alive to the hounds, at the foot of the walls, may all the oil and the bodies of the assault fall upon my chest, may all the rifles be crossed over my belly, may the soldiers' knees press upon my hips. --- But, you are not a whore. May wind dry the desire on all my body. God, give me a sceptre. Make my father, the governor, die and I command in his place, and the rebels obey me and I sentence all the priests to death. For me, long rides across the burnt forests ; the tyres of the jeeps and half-track vehicles digging the ash. For me and my soldiers, the trial of rebel officers in the middle of the darkened yards, the smoke from the kitchens rising to the platform where I speak ; the judgment, the soldiers attacking their disarmed officers and tearing them open with their knives ; and the rain, coming from the summits, flows on the roofs and washes the blood on the paving stones, keeps the dogs away from the bodies cut to shreds ; the soldiers, inside their dark clubs, drink, embrace, dance head to head, sit by the window panes and watch the dead bodies shine under the sunny rain ; one of them goes out, gets closer to the bodies, bends over ; on the loins, the battledress bares the white skin, marked with freckles, he squats down, his hand brushes the torn belly, sinks in a pocket along the thigh, comes out with a lighter ; the soldier slips it in his pocket, he searches the corpse, his hand, often, meets blood at the bottom of the pockets, he gets up again, the battledress cloth, soaked, sticks to his body, rain streams in the folds mixed with blood --- the soldier wipes his hand on his chest, on his hips --- the soldier sniffs the rain, shakes his head and spits at the same time, like a swimmer ; the general, spared, but under suspicion, is a private in his escort : thus can he easily watch the joyous flesh of the soldiers and get abused by them when he touches it ; he dances with the post's soldiers, in the club : my guards are mixed with those. But I go down again towards Inamenas : ambassadors are waiting for me there ; in the leading half-track vehicle, the general on the seat, his rifle between the thighs, watches, his body shaken by the holes and the stones on the road, the soldier sitting opposite him, he waits for a shock or some brusque motion from the soldier, to open his unbuttoned fly ; a small fruit truck crosses our convoy, my jeep brushes the hedge of wild grapes ; a severed grape jumps on my thigh ; in the half-tracks, the soldiers standing up, leaning against the sheet iron, abuse the truck driver : their hardened cocks swell the battledress cloth and touches the sheet iron. The sky darkens, the smell of squashed grapes, rises, fills the lower part of the sky, throws us, me and my soldiers, at the bottom of the vehicles\ldots +--- Throw me alive to the hounds, at the foot of the walls, may all the oil and the bodies of the assault fall upon my chest, may all the rifles be crossed over my belly, may the soldiers' knees press upon my hips. --- But, you are not a whore. May wind dry the desire on all my body. God, give me a sceptre. Make my father, the governor, die and I command in his place, and the rebels obey me and I sentence all the priests to death. For me, long rides across the burnt forests ; the tyres of the jeeps and half-track vehicles digging the ash. For me and my soldiers, the trial of rebel officers in the middle of the darkened yards, the smoke from the kitchens rising to the platform where I speak ; the judgment, the soldiers attacking their disarmed officers and tearing them open with their knives ; and the rain, coming from the summits, flows on the roofs and washes the blood on the paving stones, keeps the dogs away from the bodies cut to shreds ; the soldiers, inside their dark clubs, drink, embrace, dance head to head, sit by the window panes and watch the dead bodies shine under the sunny rain ; one of them goes out, gets closer to the bodies, bends over ; on the loins, the battledress bares the white skin, marked with freckles, he squats down, his hand brushes the torn belly, sinks in a pocket along the thigh, comes out with a lighter ; the soldier slips it in his pocket, he searches the corpse, his hand, often, meets blood at the bottom of the pockets, he gets up again, the battledress cloth, soaked, sticks to his body, rain streams in the folds mixed with blood --- the soldier wipes his hand on his chest, on his hips --- the soldier sniffs the rain, shakes his head and spits at the same time, like a swimmer ; the general, spared, but under suspicion, is a private in his escort~: thus can he easily watch the joyous flesh of the soldiers and get abused by them when he touches it ; he dances with the post's soldiers, in the club~: my guards are mixed with those. But I go down again towards Inamenas~: ambassadors are waiting for me there ; in the leading half-track vehicle, the general on the seat, his rifle between the thighs, watches, his body shaken by the holes and the stones on the road, the soldier sitting opposite him, he waits for a shock or some brusque motion from the soldier, to open his unbuttoned fly ; a small fruit truck crosses our convoy, my jeep brushes the hedge of wild grapes ; a severed grape jumps on my thigh ; in the half-tracks, the soldiers standing up, leaning against the sheet iron, abuse the truck driver~: their hardened cocks swell the battledress cloth and touches the sheet iron. The sky darkens, the smell of squashed grapes, rises, fills the lower part of the sky, throws us, me and my soldiers, at the bottom of the vehicles\ldots Emilienne takes Serge's arm again, lets her head lean on the boy's shoulder, then on his chest ; through the shirt, she can feel the medal and the chain ; she rubs her cheek against the boy's chest~: @@ -3864,7 +3864,7 @@ Under the caress, it rises, pierces the sand, touches your fingers, you fall bes You, without childhood, and I killing mine, we can love each other as if abandoned ; the wind is our heart, our heart now beats only between our thighs. We are wanted, but I kill my father, who sees me, and before he dies, I roll over you and I take you ; we slaughter, in the illuminated night, so many priests ; we throw the cardinal's disfigured body into the pond ; the fish, terror-stricken by the smell of rotten blood, jump out of the pond ; I have a torch in one hand and with the other I hold your breasts ; we've freed the little castrati, they tear to pieces the black young man who used to guard them ; anger reddens their shorts between the thighs ; many die in the early morning ; dawn fumes over the shreds and puddles ; I walk in a pulp of blood, nerves, eyes, cut off penises, my feet sink inside like in a sludge filled with worms and frogs ; I walk looking down, the died out torch in my fist, a lump of anguish in my throat ; all those corpses to bury. But you, cheerful, in the guardroom, the soldiers lift you up, half-naked, in a dusty and soiled blanket, they throw you in the air, and, when you're down again, they thrust their hands at the bottom of the blanket, they touch, they strike your body, under the dazzling lamp ; soldiers from the guard, woken up, watch you, sitting on their bunk beds, blanket on their shoes and rifle between their thighs. You laugh when one of those throwing you in the air touches your breasts, or your cunt ; his hand has shaken the dusty lamp, and it is the same that covers your breast or your cunt, burning and dusty. But one of them knocks the others down and carries you to the lower bunk, he lies over you, all armed, all dressed, his cartridge belts crush your belly, his mouth smells of wine and meat, he rises a little, his parted legs drag on each side of the straw mattress, unbuttons his battledress, pulls his cock out, and drives it into your cunt. -From the post's watchtower, a sentry sees a priest running away, beyond the barbed wire, at once he aims the searchlight at him and shouts : all --- except the one lying on you --- rush out of the guardroom, leap over the sandbags, run across the meadow of ashes, slide under the barbed wire, shout, fingers vibrating on their lips ; the priest runs to the right, to the left, they catch him, make him lie on the ash, take out their penknives and cut his head off, throw it beyond the beam of the searchlight, in the bamboos ; then, they pull off the body's clothes, gird their loins, and their brows with shreds of the cassock, tear the penis off and the eldest hangs it to his belt ; ash fumes along the body ; the sentry, in the watchtower, quivers joyfully, his hands shake on the protection sheet, the guards return to the post, under the watchtower, they draw aside with their shoulders the branches of the eucalypti, they sing, insects, drawn by the searchlights, strike the guards' foreheads and eyes. Dance, dance, scream, howl around me, whistle, drink, tear off your shirts, bite them, flies, bite the light and the fire, throw your shirts in the dust and trample, trample the sweat falling from your cheeks. Meanwhile, the soldier lying on you searches your belly, your eyes shine when you tilt your head backwards on the bloodstained pillow, but immediately the soldier takes your lips and brings your head back under his face ; rats run on the sandbags, a jackal, then two, then ten, trot towards the priest's body, they are dripping with water and slime, the river is in spate, the swamp moves back as far as the barbed wires ; the post's blankets are damp, the soldiers warm themselves up around me, waddle, the light helmet pressed against the thighs ; the general, leaning against the post door, watches them, I can see the folds of his battledress, on the thighs, swell and radiate under the pressure of the cock. Fight, tear each other, sacrifice yourselves before me, slaughter yourselves by my feet, turn your throats, offer them to the knife ; the blade is dripping with rain, the trucks start off behind the eucalypti ; soldiers standing on the bodies, prick them with their rifles ; in the streets of the lower city, children smeared with blood, grapple on to the trucks, the headlights dazzle the cats and dogs, an old woman comes out of her hut, with her cats clinging to her tatters, she comes to me, the cats are dead and their teeth are stuck in the old woman's flesh, their slit throat is black, red insects are caught in the dried blood ; the river, at the bottom of the district, rolls bodies of priests and rebel officers. I hate you, I see your blood, I see your heart. The feast I offer to your souls, is illuminated by blood, you do not recognize me, I've wrung my own heart, I've burnt it. I have no need for a heart, take it, priest, you who inflated it, eat it for lack of my cock, which makes you quiver and obsessed you like Jesus-Christ. Eat my heart, my cock, my brain. I keep my teeth and my hands to capture and devour ; my mother, why did you not abandon me~? +From the post's watchtower, a sentry sees a priest running away, beyond the barbed wire, at once he aims the searchlight at him and shouts~: all --- except the one lying on you --- rush out of the guardroom, leap over the sandbags, run across the meadow of ashes, slide under the barbed wire, shout, fingers vibrating on their lips ; the priest runs to the right, to the left, they catch him, make him lie on the ash, take out their penknives and cut his head off, throw it beyond the beam of the searchlight, in the bamboos ; then, they pull off the body's clothes, gird their loins, and their brows with shreds of the cassock, tear the penis off and the eldest hangs it to his belt ; ash fumes along the body ; the sentry, in the watchtower, quivers joyfully, his hands shake on the protection sheet, the guards return to the post, under the watchtower, they draw aside with their shoulders the branches of the eucalypti, they sing, insects, drawn by the searchlights, strike the guards' foreheads and eyes. Dance, dance, scream, howl around me, whistle, drink, tear off your shirts, bite them, flies, bite the light and the fire, throw your shirts in the dust and trample, trample the sweat falling from your cheeks. Meanwhile, the soldier lying on you searches your belly, your eyes shine when you tilt your head backwards on the bloodstained pillow, but immediately the soldier takes your lips and brings your head back under his face ; rats run on the sandbags, a jackal, then two, then ten, trot towards the priest's body, they are dripping with water and slime, the river is in spate, the swamp moves back as far as the barbed wires ; the post's blankets are damp, the soldiers warm themselves up around me, waddle, the light helmet pressed against the thighs ; the general, leaning against the post door, watches them, I can see the folds of his battledress, on the thighs, swell and radiate under the pressure of the cock. Fight, tear each other, sacrifice yourselves before me, slaughter yourselves by my feet, turn your throats, offer them to the knife ; the blade is dripping with rain, the trucks start off behind the eucalypti ; soldiers standing on the bodies, prick them with their rifles ; in the streets of the lower city, children smeared with blood, grapple on to the trucks, the headlights dazzle the cats and dogs, an old woman comes out of her hut, with her cats clinging to her tatters, she comes to me, the cats are dead and their teeth are stuck in the old woman's flesh, their slit throat is black, red insects are caught in the dried blood ; the river, at the bottom of the district, rolls bodies of priests and rebel officers. I hate you, I see your blood, I see your heart. The feast I offer to your souls, is illuminated by blood, you do not recognize me, I've wrung my own heart, I've burnt it. I have no need for a heart, take it, priest, you who inflated it, eat it for lack of my cock, which makes you quiver and obsessed you like Jesus-Christ. Eat my heart, my cock, my brain. I keep my teeth and my hands to capture and devour ; my mother, why did you not abandon me~? --- I hang to your shoulders, my belly against yours, but you keep your hands raised and your eyes gaze vacantly. I take your knees, wrath makes them tremble. Look what they've done to me ; but, while they penetrated me, the fish escaped into the entrails of the earth. @@ -3882,19 +3882,19 @@ Illiten runs in the mountains, at noon he reaches the summit, falls at the feet Illiten rolls on the side, puts his head in his fists and falls asleep. -B\'eja sees, on the wrists, the marks of the bonds : \speech{I will be chief.} +B\'eja sees, on the wrists, the marks of the bonds~: \speech{I will be chief.} -The wind pushes the sun into the cave : \speech{I will capture the city.} +The wind pushes the sun into the cave~: \speech{I will capture the city.} -The sentry knocks down the woman against the rock : \speech{I will kill my lieutenants.} +The sentry knocks down the woman against the rock~: \speech{I will kill my lieutenants.} -Takes her mouth with his beak : \speech{I will govern alone.} +Takes her mouth with his beak~: \speech{I will govern alone.} {\sloppy Again, in the afternoon, the masses revolt ; leaders, arrived the day before from the slums, carrying orders from B\'eja, wander through the streets, the courtyards and the stairs.\par} -They go and slaughter the madams and the pimps in the brothels, slaughter the men sprawled on the mattresses with the boys, slaughter the soldiers mating with the women ; the people, outside, yell at each murder ; boys and whores escape, the crowd carries them in triumph : they still have some sperm on the knees and lips : pimps, madams, clients knocked down on the tiled floor, on the mattresses, are still rattling, the crowd carries them into the common hall, and exhibits them on the bar, at the place where the first petting used to take place, over the empty glasses, the first twisting of the wrist, the first embrace ; bodies are slashed with knives, corkscrews, soiled with spittle, urine, the drawers are pulled open, the money stolen ; the boys and the whores direct the looting ; in a cellar, the crowd discovers two young boys, naked, bound together by the foot, marked at the corner of the lips by a little silver ring ; in a small room, adjoining the cave, eight naked men, stiff against the wall, are being stroked by a boy stripped to the waist, --- he wanks them one after the other, his wrists soiled, attracting coal dust, shine in the shimmering semi-darkness ; the crowd invades the room, covers the men, the boy escapes, crawling between the legs ; when the crowd withdraws, the men collapse along the wall, in the pools of blood ; the crowd captures the struggling boy, his torso, his face become covered with blood ; the other whores come and grab him, and whisper in his ear, but his eyes still gaze vacantly ; upstairs, the already drunk leaders, are mating with the whores, the crowd orders the boys to reveal the hideouts ; the boy leads the crowd, but when he has pointed a finger, the crowd knocks him down, tramples him, and throws itself on the money or on the food supplies. +They go and slaughter the madams and the pimps in the brothels, slaughter the men sprawled on the mattresses with the boys, slaughter the soldiers mating with the women ; the people, outside, yell at each murder ; boys and whores escape, the crowd carries them in triumph~: they still have some sperm on the knees and lips~: pimps, madams, clients knocked down on the tiled floor, on the mattresses, are still rattling, the crowd carries them into the common hall, and exhibits them on the bar, at the place where the first petting used to take place, over the empty glasses, the first twisting of the wrist, the first embrace ; bodies are slashed with knives, corkscrews, soiled with spittle, urine, the drawers are pulled open, the money stolen ; the boys and the whores direct the looting ; in a cellar, the crowd discovers two young boys, naked, bound together by the foot, marked at the corner of the lips by a little silver ring ; in a small room, adjoining the cave, eight naked men, stiff against the wall, are being stroked by a boy stripped to the waist, --- he wanks them one after the other, his wrists soiled, attracting coal dust, shine in the shimmering semi-darkness ; the crowd invades the room, covers the men, the boy escapes, crawling between the legs ; when the crowd withdraws, the men collapse along the wall, in the pools of blood ; the crowd captures the struggling boy, his torso, his face become covered with blood ; the other whores come and grab him, and whisper in his ear, but his eyes still gaze vacantly ; upstairs, the already drunk leaders, are mating with the whores, the crowd orders the boys to reveal the hideouts ; the boy leads the crowd, but when he has pointed a finger, the crowd knocks him down, tramples him, and throws itself on the money or on the food supplies. -Towards the middle of the afternoon, the crowd filled with money, wine, semolina, forces the boys to undress, to mate with the whores ; only one boy refuses, two men, out of the crowd, order the other whores to slit his throat ; blood gushes out, the crowd wakes up, laps up the glasses ; the boy, in the fray, escapes naked, he runs through the slums, he goes to the stream where Kment is sleeping, the hungry children yapping around him, the boy bends over : \speech{Kment, Kment.} The boy wakes up~: +Towards the middle of the afternoon, the crowd filled with money, wine, semolina, forces the boys to undress, to mate with the whores ; only one boy refuses, two men, out of the crowd, order the other whores to slit his throat ; blood gushes out, the crowd wakes up, laps up the glasses ; the boy, in the fray, escapes naked, he runs through the slums, he goes to the stream where Kment is sleeping, the hungry children yapping around him, the boy bends over~: \speech{Kment, Kment.} The boy wakes up~: --- Kment, Kment, come quick B\'eja must be warned before the soldiers come. @@ -3914,7 +3914,7 @@ She bends over a basket, he comes behind her, in the half light, he has a slight --- Here, take this. -She holds out a pair of jeans, worn-out at the knees, and at the buttocks, the boy takes it, turns away, raises one leg, slips them on, buttons them up, then he turns back smiling to the young girl ; she looks down, the boy gives a look around, in the baskets and on the hangers, clothes everywhere, uniforms he's familiar with : those of the civil servants, soldiers, officers who come to caress him and get fucked by him ; he goes to a hanger with an uniform ; he takes the uniform's legs, he spreads them apart, and, moving his mouth close to the angle between the thighs, he spits twice. +She holds out a pair of jeans, worn-out at the knees, and at the buttocks, the boy takes it, turns away, raises one leg, slips them on, buttons them up, then he turns back smiling to the young girl ; she looks down, the boy gives a look around, in the baskets and on the hangers, clothes everywhere, uniforms he's familiar with~: those of the civil servants, soldiers, officers who come to caress him and get fucked by him ; he goes to a hanger with an uniform ; he takes the uniform's legs, he spreads them apart, and, moving his mouth close to the angle between the thighs, he spits twice. --- What were you doing in that house, I didn't see you any more. @@ -3952,7 +3952,7 @@ Giauhare gives a start. --- My husband is reviewing troops. Would you like to have fun~? Show me what you can do. -\ldots\ Once I'm naked before her, other women dash out from the wardrobe, screaming, they throw themselves at me ; then, when all of us are exhausted, a soldier comes in, he removes the soiled carpets, sheets and curtains ; he comes back carrying a tray with some tea : I grab the bread, the soldier remains standing behind me, the women scream, the soldier falls upon me, he squeezes my head between his thighs, I bite the cloth of his battledress, I bite his buttocks ; the women squat down, grab my cock, and milk it ; my buttocks slide on the sofa's velvet ; one woman moves her cup close to my cock and dips it slightly in the tepid tea, then she holds out the cup to the other women, lays the cup on the wooden floor ; the squatting women lap up the tea from the cup, one of them rises, her lips shining~: +\ldots\ Once I'm naked before her, other women dash out from the wardrobe, screaming, they throw themselves at me ; then, when all of us are exhausted, a soldier comes in, he removes the soiled carpets, sheets and curtains ; he comes back carrying a tray with some tea~: I grab the bread, the soldier remains standing behind me, the women scream, the soldier falls upon me, he squeezes my head between his thighs, I bite the cloth of his battledress, I bite his buttocks ; the women squat down, grab my cock, and milk it ; my buttocks slide on the sofa's velvet ; one woman moves her cup close to my cock and dips it slightly in the tepid tea, then she holds out the cup to the other women, lays the cup on the wooden floor ; the squatting women lap up the tea from the cup, one of them rises, her lips shining~: --- What's your name~? @@ -4040,23 +4040,23 @@ But the smell of chocolate rises to my lips, and his eyes close and his hand qui --- Leave me alone, Draga. -But the boy grips her more tightly, his fingers plunging deep under the young girl's breasts : +But the boy grips her more tightly, his fingers plunging deep under the young girl's breasts~: --- Kment too used to eat at Madame Lulu's. The boy sets his lips on the nipples, he sucks, his neck crossed over the girl's ; his hand tucks up the dress, and, gripping the cloth, moves up along the knees, the thigh, the hand lets go of the dress, which unrolls over the boy's wrist and forearm, as far as the elbow, moves upwards under the dress, sinks between the thighs, the palm covers the cunt, quivering beneath the brown mop of hair, the cunt swells under the boy's palm, opens up, the girl's head lolls back behind the boy's shoulder, blood withdraws from her lips, the tongue beating against the teeth and pushing the saliva between the lips. The breasts quiver inside the boy's free hand, his elbow leaning on the girl's navel and slipping in the sweat ; the boy pushes his belly and his hips forward, and his cock against the young girl's buttocks and at the same time he presses on the girl's cunt ; he feels his hands push the girl's lower abdomen and touch his own cock ; he nibbles the girl's ear, drives his tongue inside the lobe, the boy's saliva runs down the girl's neck ; her eyes are shut, the boy withdraws his hand from under the dress and presses it on the girl's mouth, the hand is hot, wet, little black locks coil around the fingers, the boy stoops, holding back the girl under the shoulder, he knocks her down among the baskets ; the girl, half asleep, covers her breasts with the top of her dress, the cloth is damp ; the boy kneels down and, his elbows striking the wicker of the baskets, he lies, stretched out at full length, over the girl ; he stirs over her ; under the folds, the skin is quivering. -Their sweat seeps and mingles, through the pieces of cloth ; the girl's hair is stuck on her forehead by the boy's saliva, the foam shines then fades : the boy feels the girl's cunt rise gently under his cock, the boy nibbles the hem at the top of the dress, he makes it slide between his teeth, his lips flatten the down between the breasts and wet it ; the girl groans, her hands cling to the boy's arms, her legs slowly part but the boy parts his, squeezes the girl's thighs. +Their sweat seeps and mingles, through the pieces of cloth ; the girl's hair is stuck on her forehead by the boy's saliva, the foam shines then fades~: the boy feels the girl's cunt rise gently under his cock, the boy nibbles the hem at the top of the dress, he makes it slide between his teeth, his lips flatten the down between the breasts and wet it ; the girl groans, her hands cling to the boy's arms, her legs slowly part but the boy parts his, squeezes the girl's thighs. --- Get up and drive my mother out of this house, drive her out, but without hitting her. Get up. -The boy gets up, his cock taut under the jeans, the skin of his chest crumpled --- sweat furrowing the filth --- he pushes the door, says to the old woman : \speech{Go away, your daughter is throwing you out, she loves her own body, go away.} +The boy gets up, his cock taut under the jeans, the skin of his chest crumpled --- sweat furrowing the filth --- he pushes the door, says to the old woman~: \speech{Go away, your daughter is throwing you out, she loves her own body, go away.} The boy comes closer, catches the old woman by the shoulder and pushes her towards the garden door, opens the garden door~: --- Hurry up and leave, your daughter is waiting for me, legs spread open, she might catch cold. -The boy grabs a piece of bread on the oven, he puts it in the old woman's hand ; she, speechless, lets herself be pushed down the stairs, the sun seizes her ; the boy comes back, he lies on the girl again, she throws her arms around the neck of the boy who, one hand slipped under her belly, unbuttons himself, brushes the flaps of the jeans aside, but the girl, with both her hands pulls them from under the boy's belly until they come out and hang along his hips, thus baring the boy's lower abdomen and cock and his mop of hair mingles with the girl's and the contact causes a muffled little laugh, sometimes ringing, that runs through the steam, shrouds their faces ; the boy's cock, bent back over the girl's, cracks ; the boy raises himself up a bit, the cock unbends at once and its tip feels its way against the rim of the dripping labia, slips between those labia, plunges entirely ; the part of the cock remaining outside swells, the veins beat under the stretched skin : the girl whines, rattles, tears gush from the corners of her eyes ; her cunt swallows the boy's cock, hard, vibrant, sharp, the boy crushes the girl's breasts under his sweaty chest. +The boy grabs a piece of bread on the oven, he puts it in the old woman's hand ; she, speechless, lets herself be pushed down the stairs, the sun seizes her ; the boy comes back, he lies on the girl again, she throws her arms around the neck of the boy who, one hand slipped under her belly, unbuttons himself, brushes the flaps of the jeans aside, but the girl, with both her hands pulls them from under the boy's belly until they come out and hang along his hips, thus baring the boy's lower abdomen and cock and his mop of hair mingles with the girl's and the contact causes a muffled little laugh, sometimes ringing, that runs through the steam, shrouds their faces ; the boy's cock, bent back over the girl's, cracks ; the boy raises himself up a bit, the cock unbends at once and its tip feels its way against the rim of the dripping labia, slips between those labia, plunges entirely ; the part of the cock remaining outside swells, the veins beat under the stretched skin~: the girl whines, rattles, tears gush from the corners of her eyes ; her cunt swallows the boy's cock, hard, vibrant, sharp, the boy crushes the girl's breasts under his sweaty chest. The palms, outside, move up again. Kment is running across the mountain, he joins his hands over his head to shield it from the sun. @@ -4084,27 +4084,27 @@ He kisses her neck, his teeth bite the vein on the neck ; fire blazes up around They flee towards the river, he, suddenly taut, his limbs raised like spurs ; She, covered with ashes, holding the boy's hand, her breasts firm in spite of the run. -The crowd recoils in front of the laundry shop ; the mother sat down by the river, the piece of bread on her belly ; a herd is crossing the river ; in the deserted brothel, boys and whores are picking up their clothes, crowding in the madame's room, pulling out the drawers, fighting over the silk fabrics, the bearer bonds, the money, they break the framed photographs, the trinkets. On the wall, a coloured drawing : soldiers playing with the girls and the boys, under Madame Lulu's gaze, sitting behind the cash register ; on the top of the drawing, in a garland of breasts and cocks, the inscription : \speech{To Madame Lulu, mistress of our bodies.} +The crowd recoils in front of the laundry shop ; the mother sat down by the river, the piece of bread on her belly ; a herd is crossing the river ; in the deserted brothel, boys and whores are picking up their clothes, crowding in the madame's room, pulling out the drawers, fighting over the silk fabrics, the bearer bonds, the money, they break the framed photographs, the trinkets. On the wall, a coloured drawing~: soldiers playing with the girls and the boys, under Madame Lulu's gaze, sitting behind the cash register ; on the top of the drawing, in a garland of breasts and cocks, the inscription~: \speech{To Madame Lulu, mistress of our bodies.} The boys hang bras, black, pink, made of lace, to their chest, they walk on tip-toe, twist their bodies, swagger and standing in line, touch each other, strike each other with their buttocks ; the girls, sprawled on the bed, embrace each other with cries of queens in heat, tear the sheets and chew the shreds and drive them, thus chewed and wet with saliva, between their thighs. -{\sloppy The girls take Madame Lulu's dresses, pull off their working clothes, slip the dresses on, stand before the bathroom mirrors, apply scent and make-up on themselves ; the boys take the clothes of Madame Lulu's lovers, slip them on and look at themselves in the mirrors, standing behind the girls and their hands on the girls' hips. The smallest ones drag the trousers and the jackets. All are walking on their still wet working clothes, trampling them ; in their excitement, some girls hurt themselves on Madame Lulu's hair-slides and brooches ; some boys, on her lovers' tiepins ; some others come up from the cellar, all bloody from the mutilations they inflict to the slaughtered men in the storeroom ; they bring back some wine that they drink from the bottle ; to the ones drinking, arms raised, the girls tickle the armpits or the cock, the bottle falls and breaks at the boy's feet ; little drunken children drag among the fragments of glass the bodies of Madame Lulu and the male customers ; they riddle them with glass, spit, wank over their mouths ; they tuck up the madame's dress, squat down and draw on her belly circular trails with their sperm ; dance by the dead bodies, sperm still gushing out of their cocks ; dance on one foot while raising their arms ; a boy snatches a baby's high chair from the backroom --- Madame Lulu had bought a baby and used to deliver him to men and women who polluted and sodomized him ---, holds it at arm's length and whirls it above Madame Lulu, then he strikes the body with it ; one foot pierces the right eye, the same foot, bloody and gluey, staves in the cunt ; blood spurts out, spatters the pulled out tufts ; the boy knocks the chair down, he holds it in position by its feet, he presses the elaborate back on the body's mouth, he lifts the chair up and, his foot on the body between the breasts, he smashes the jaw : he takes a small knife hanging under his armpit --- a defence against too passionate clients --- by a little string tied around the shoulder, squats down and slashes the lips, the jaws, the nose, the forehead ; the girls, squeezed in the madame's lam\'e dresses, turn round and round between the dead bodies, the top of their bodies and dresses soaked with wine ; along the wall, the girls and the boys set fire to the seats, the benches, the tables : flames are licking the soiled walls --- in spite of Madame Lulu's instructions for cleanliness and decency --- ; the boy rises from the dead body, he takes the matches, sets fire to the counter, then, helped by the other boys, he throws the dead body on the counter and all, their face and belly illuminated, watch the pyre devour the dead body. \par} +{\sloppy The girls take Madame Lulu's dresses, pull off their working clothes, slip the dresses on, stand before the bathroom mirrors, apply scent and make-up on themselves ; the boys take the clothes of Madame Lulu's lovers, slip them on and look at themselves in the mirrors, standing behind the girls and their hands on the girls' hips. The smallest ones drag the trousers and the jackets. All are walking on their still wet working clothes, trampling them ; in their excitement, some girls hurt themselves on Madame Lulu's hair-slides and brooches ; some boys, on her lovers' tiepins ; some others come up from the cellar, all bloody from the mutilations they inflict to the slaughtered men in the storeroom ; they bring back some wine that they drink from the bottle ; to the ones drinking, arms raised, the girls tickle the armpits or the cock, the bottle falls and breaks at the boy's feet ; little drunken children drag among the fragments of glass the bodies of Madame Lulu and the male customers ; they riddle them with glass, spit, wank over their mouths ; they tuck up the madame's dress, squat down and draw on her belly circular trails with their sperm ; dance by the dead bodies, sperm still gushing out of their cocks ; dance on one foot while raising their arms ; a boy snatches a baby's high chair from the backroom --- Madame Lulu had bought a baby and used to deliver him to men and women who polluted and sodomized him ---, holds it at arm's length and whirls it above Madame Lulu, then he strikes the body with it ; one foot pierces the right eye, the same foot, bloody and gluey, staves in the cunt ; blood spurts out, spatters the pulled out tufts ; the boy knocks the chair down, he holds it in position by its feet, he presses the elaborate back on the body's mouth, he lifts the chair up and, his foot on the body between the breasts, he smashes the jaw~: he takes a small knife hanging under his armpit --- a defence against too passionate clients --- by a little string tied around the shoulder, squats down and slashes the lips, the jaws, the nose, the forehead ; the girls, squeezed in the madame's lam\'e dresses, turn round and round between the dead bodies, the top of their bodies and dresses soaked with wine ; along the wall, the girls and the boys set fire to the seats, the benches, the tables~: flames are licking the soiled walls --- in spite of Madame Lulu's instructions for cleanliness and decency --- ; the boy rises from the dead body, he takes the matches, sets fire to the counter, then, helped by the other boys, he throws the dead body on the counter and all, their face and belly illuminated, watch the pyre devour the dead body. \par} -The slums are covered with smoke ; the soldiers are finishing their nap : officers and civilian chiefs are resting, reading, making love in the higher part of the city or bending at the door of their sleeping children. +The slums are covered with smoke ; the soldiers are finishing their nap~: officers and civilian chiefs are resting, reading, making love in the higher part of the city or bending at the door of their sleeping children. Kment reaches the top of the mountain ; B\'eja covers his shoulders with a blanket, the boy tells his story and points at the smoke. The laundry shop collapses, sparks, embers shoot out and burn the children watching from too near, fascinated, the flames feeding their famished belly ; the crowd returns to the brothel ; a group of men and women capture a boy and a girl, gag them, carry them to the higher part of the slums, on the fourth floor of an unfinished building ; the rest of the crowd scatters ; the madame's recruiters, warned by the runaways, leave their observing and capturing posts and run towards the brothel where drunken girls and boys play client and whore ; the recruiters encircle the brothel ; push the windows, and jump into the hall ; they overpower the boys and the girls, who resist weakly, chain them to the backroom's thin columns, put out the fires and, threatening them with revolvers and knives, order two boys to carry the ashes and the bodies away. -The boys, head dangling on the shoulder, eyes half-shut, sweep the ashes, push them through the backroom, to the garden door : the ash, raised by the push of the brooms and the resistance of the air, is beaten back on the boys, sticks to their knees soaked with wine and sperm, and blackens their chest wet with cooled-off sweat ; ashes, charred furniture are thrown on the rubbish piles where usually are thrown too-brutally deflowered young whores. +The boys, head dangling on the shoulder, eyes half-shut, sweep the ashes, push them through the backroom, to the garden door~: the ash, raised by the push of the brooms and the resistance of the air, is beaten back on the boys, sticks to their knees soaked with wine and sperm, and blackens their chest wet with cooled-off sweat ; ashes, charred furniture are thrown on the rubbish piles where usually are thrown too-brutally deflowered young whores. The recruiters gradually set all the women free, order them to undress ; the women drop the stolen clothes and go up to the rooms~: --- Put back in place what you've taken, tidy away, wash the walls and the tiled floor, smooth out the sheets, get naked, the boys will go and find some men for you, Madame Lulu was a nasty woman, you'll be much happier with us. -The girls go up to the rooms, the recruiters unbind the other boys, push them out in the street, stand under the door, revolver on the hip : the boys, heavy with wine, wander in the middle of the street, --- dust sticks to their bare legs --- thumbs thrust in the underpants ; a worker appears at the end of the street, then three young men ; the boys see them, the one with the knife under the armpit walks towards the worker, the sun has dried the madame's blood on his hands and under his nails. +The girls go up to the rooms, the recruiters unbind the other boys, push them out in the street, stand under the door, revolver on the hip~: the boys, heavy with wine, wander in the middle of the street, --- dust sticks to their bare legs --- thumbs thrust in the underpants ; a worker appears at the end of the street, then three young men ; the boys see them, the one with the knife under the armpit walks towards the worker, the sun has dried the madame's blood on his hands and under his nails. -The worker sees the boy, licks his lips, the boy comes closer, puts his hand on the worker's haversack, pulls the bottle and sucks it, the worker strikes the boy, the wine seethes on the boy's lips, the worker takes the bottle back, the boy wipes his hands on his hips, thus making his underpants slip on his thighs, baring the top of the cock and the hair, he whispers in the man's ear : \speech{If you want women, have a look up there.} +The worker sees the boy, licks his lips, the boy comes closer, puts his hand on the worker's haversack, pulls the bottle and sucks it, the worker strikes the boy, the wine seethes on the boy's lips, the worker takes the bottle back, the boy wipes his hands on his hips, thus making his underpants slip on his thighs, baring the top of the cock and the hair, he whispers in the man's ear~: \speech{If you want women, have a look up there.} -The worker looks up : at Madame Lulu's window, a girl has tucked up her dress as far as the breasts and pressed her belly and her half-opened cunt against the pane ; the worker looks back, the three boys join him ; the boy clings to them, drinks from their bottles ; the four men have hard-ons under their overalls ; the boy drags them by the belt as far as the brothel door ; the recruiters hide in the backroom : a boy climbs over the garden wall, the recruiters see him, they dash forward, grab the boy's foot then the leg and make him fall on the ravaged shrubs, they drag him by the leg as far as the tool shed, open a hatch, push the boy before them, two recruiters go down with the boy ; the others return to the backroom, the girls are sprawled under the men, at the foot of the indoor staircase, the couples are quivering against the panelling like cockroaches smeared with wet ash ; a boy goes from one to another and arouses them with his feet or the broom's hair ; the two recruiters push the boy inside the secret underground passage, here they are in the storeroom, the boy trembles, he screams, throws himself against the wall, arms stretched out sideways ; his wide open eyes are rolling, shining in the semi-darkness, the slaughtered men's blood laps under his feet, the recruiters come closer, the boy runs to a corner, the recruiters pull out their knives, the boy runs along the wall, squats down, crawls, lifts with his forehead the hip of a slaughtered man, penetrates under the heap of bloody corpses being whipped by the recruiters, comes out again from between the thighs, gets on his feet, runs again, huddles in the corners ; the recruiters leave, lock up the storeroom door, shout from behind the door~: +The worker looks up~: at Madame Lulu's window, a girl has tucked up her dress as far as the breasts and pressed her belly and her half-opened cunt against the pane ; the worker looks back, the three boys join him ; the boy clings to them, drinks from their bottles ; the four men have hard-ons under their overalls ; the boy drags them by the belt as far as the brothel door ; the recruiters hide in the backroom~: a boy climbs over the garden wall, the recruiters see him, they dash forward, grab the boy's foot then the leg and make him fall on the ravaged shrubs, they drag him by the leg as far as the tool shed, open a hatch, push the boy before them, two recruiters go down with the boy ; the others return to the backroom, the girls are sprawled under the men, at the foot of the indoor staircase, the couples are quivering against the panelling like cockroaches smeared with wet ash ; a boy goes from one to another and arouses them with his feet or the broom's hair ; the two recruiters push the boy inside the secret underground passage, here they are in the storeroom, the boy trembles, he screams, throws himself against the wall, arms stretched out sideways ; his wide open eyes are rolling, shining in the semi-darkness, the slaughtered men's blood laps under his feet, the recruiters come closer, the boy runs to a corner, the recruiters pull out their knives, the boy runs along the wall, squats down, crawls, lifts with his forehead the hip of a slaughtered man, penetrates under the heap of bloody corpses being whipped by the recruiters, comes out again from between the thighs, gets on his feet, runs again, huddles in the corners ; the recruiters leave, lock up the storeroom door, shout from behind the door~: --- We shall not kill you. @@ -4112,7 +4112,7 @@ The boy goes to sit under the basement window, head on his knees, his bloody fee \ldots\ My mother hits me, the weasel smells the money hidden in my underpants, she wants to take it, I raise my little knife and I bleed her behind the ear, she utters a little sighing cry and collapses against me. Shit. -We are dirty, the soldiers grab El\"{o}, plunge him in the horse pond, mummy is buried under the manure pile, dogs, cats eat rats on her nose, between her thighs ; Draga waves his fist in the madam's back, Kment works by day, El\"{o} jumps on the soldiers' arms, the madame strokes a captain between the thighs, the bars of medals sparkle under the lamp, Draga is happy, his throat quivers, he beckons to me with his lips and eyes, I am leaning against the hand rail : \speech{Madame Lulu gives you to the captain tonight. Go away, I'll replace you, he's a brute~!} +We are dirty, the soldiers grab El\"{o}, plunge him in the horse pond, mummy is buried under the manure pile, dogs, cats eat rats on her nose, between her thighs ; Draga waves his fist in the madam's back, Kment works by day, El\"{o} jumps on the soldiers' arms, the madame strokes a captain between the thighs, the bars of medals sparkle under the lamp, Draga is happy, his throat quivers, he beckons to me with his lips and eyes, I am leaning against the hand rail~: \speech{Madame Lulu gives you to the captain tonight. Go away, I'll replace you, he's a brute~!} \ldots\ I walk up the stairs again, on the landing the palms caress my bare hips ; in the Spring, rats, dogs, vultures pulled away the manure, I can see my mother's corpse, the weasel mellowed by the thaw ; manure has preserved her well, only the cunt and the lips have putrefied ; the liquefied eyes stir inside the sockets, the soldiers throw stones at the corpse, the flies vibrate, rise to our windows, settle on our lips, at night. @@ -4134,7 +4134,7 @@ I look down, I see blood at the tip of his cock~: --- B\'eja wants to kill Illiten and attack the city. ---- One should make the soldiers and civilians talk. Tell the girls. Madame Lulu is scared, I saw her trembling yesterday while taking the captain's money : \speech{I saw you talk to him and make him talk. I forbid you. You must open your mouth only to receive his sperm, his spittle and his tears.} +--- One should make the soldiers and civilians talk. Tell the girls. Madame Lulu is scared, I saw her trembling yesterday while taking the captain's money~: \speech{I saw you talk to him and make him talk. I forbid you. You must open your mouth only to receive his sperm, his spittle and his tears.} My hand fondles the tips of Ism\`{e}ne's breasts, gently presses the nipple, Ism\`{e}ne gives a start~: @@ -4170,7 +4170,7 @@ He has a knife under the armpit, he's allowed to, as for me I've got a knife hid --- I'll fetch the recruiters. -Mother Lulu walks out, the recruiters come up, heavy, yawning, with their whips, their knives and their pistols, they come into the room, prick the sleepers' buttocks or chest, with the point of their knives, whip the laughers, they notice Ism\`{e}ne, they whip me, I crawl under the mattress, a recruiter pushes the boys aside, he strikes a match and throws it on the straw mattress, with one hand he grabs Ism\`{e}ne by the waist, draws her to him by the breast, and bites her mouth ; the mattress is ablaze, I come out from under the mattress, I throw myself on the recruiter : +Mother Lulu walks out, the recruiters come up, heavy, yawning, with their whips, their knives and their pistols, they come into the room, prick the sleepers' buttocks or chest, with the point of their knives, whip the laughers, they notice Ism\`{e}ne, they whip me, I crawl under the mattress, a recruiter pushes the boys aside, he strikes a match and throws it on the straw mattress, with one hand he grabs Ism\`{e}ne by the waist, draws her to him by the breast, and bites her mouth ; the mattress is ablaze, I come out from under the mattress, I throw myself on the recruiter~: --- Leave her alone, she's my friend. @@ -4192,11 +4192,11 @@ Ism\`{e}ne passes by, completely naked, a chalk rag between the thighs ; two app --- Butter, butter. I'm coming down. -Madame Lulu comes down the stairs, bends over Ism\`{e}ne, my eyes are covered up, a recruiter brings some butter in his hand, Madame Lulu takes the butter, places it on Ism\`{e}ne's cunt, Ism\`{e}ne gives a start, Lulu's hand sinks between her thighs, I shudder, wine is seething in my mouth and belly. Draga fastens the captain's belt ; the captain pushes his head down and makes him kiss the badge on the belt ; dust wheels around the lamps, the fountains sing in the night outside, my father who cover yourself in a stolen blanket, and roll against your fighter comrades, come down, come and cover me with your blanket, carry me far away from here, no, leave Draga alone, he doesn't want to, up there, I can play with the soldiers, tell them : \speech{I give you my son, crucify him on your mattresses, drink his sperm, all of you drink it.} My father, you undress and I'm already in bed, your clothes fall on the dark tiled floor, I watch the hair of your cock, you squat down, pull the blanket over you and lie against me, your lips are shining ; the tortured man screams in the night ; the soldiers drink inside the iron green tents ; the sentry paces before the open door ; I go to sleep and in the morning I wake up, alone, your clothes are on the floor, the captain is crouching, he throws the clothes on my chest : \speech{Bring him back home and keep him.} Soldiers lift me by the shoulders and push me out ; other soldiers stand assembled under the flag ; pieces of meat are stirring against the wood. My house is cold ; Madame Lulu comes to play with the soldiers, I am sitting on my father's mattress, the soldiers stroke Madame Lulu's shoulders, she comes to sit by me, she takes my chin, she tucks up my lips, knocks my teeth with her nails, a soldier comes forward, his hand presses my thighs, he says : \speech{The captain said : kill him, but we pity you, we'll kill a goat and lie on our mattresses with our hands bloody ; as for you, we entrust you to Madame Lulu, you'll run errands for her ; you'll be good, obedient until your father returns.} +Madame Lulu comes down the stairs, bends over Ism\`{e}ne, my eyes are covered up, a recruiter brings some butter in his hand, Madame Lulu takes the butter, places it on Ism\`{e}ne's cunt, Ism\`{e}ne gives a start, Lulu's hand sinks between her thighs, I shudder, wine is seething in my mouth and belly. Draga fastens the captain's belt ; the captain pushes his head down and makes him kiss the badge on the belt ; dust wheels around the lamps, the fountains sing in the night outside, my father who cover yourself in a stolen blanket, and roll against your fighter comrades, come down, come and cover me with your blanket, carry me far away from here, no, leave Draga alone, he doesn't want to, up there, I can play with the soldiers, tell them~: \speech{I give you my son, crucify him on your mattresses, drink his sperm, all of you drink it.} My father, you undress and I'm already in bed, your clothes fall on the dark tiled floor, I watch the hair of your cock, you squat down, pull the blanket over you and lie against me, your lips are shining ; the tortured man screams in the night ; the soldiers drink inside the iron green tents ; the sentry paces before the open door ; I go to sleep and in the morning I wake up, alone, your clothes are on the floor, the captain is crouching, he throws the clothes on my chest~: \speech{Bring him back home and keep him.} Soldiers lift me by the shoulders and push me out ; other soldiers stand assembled under the flag ; pieces of meat are stirring against the wood. My house is cold ; Madame Lulu comes to play with the soldiers, I am sitting on my father's mattress, the soldiers stroke Madame Lulu's shoulders, she comes to sit by me, she takes my chin, she tucks up my lips, knocks my teeth with her nails, a soldier comes forward, his hand presses my thighs, he says~: \speech{The captain said~: kill him, but we pity you, we'll kill a goat and lie on our mattresses with our hands bloody ; as for you, we entrust you to Madame Lulu, you'll run errands for her ; you'll be good, obedient until your father returns.} -Madame Lulu smiles to me and strokes my hair, she draws me against her, I climb into the jeep, Madame Lulu lays her hands on the soldiers' shoulders, the warm wind raises the dust inside the jeep ; in Madame Lulu's house, there are colours on the ceiling, behind the bar, she pours drinks to the soldiers, they leave : \speech{Come back, my darlings, every evening, free. I have what you need.} +Madame Lulu smiles to me and strokes my hair, she draws me against her, I climb into the jeep, Madame Lulu lays her hands on the soldiers' shoulders, the warm wind raises the dust inside the jeep ; in Madame Lulu's house, there are colours on the ceiling, behind the bar, she pours drinks to the soldiers, they leave~: \speech{Come back, my darlings, every evening, free. I have what you need.} -\ldots\ Then, she comes closer to me, takes my chain and my medal, makes it jump in her hand, turns it over : \speech{Show me your penis.} +\ldots\ Then, she comes closer to me, takes my chain and my medal, makes it jump in her hand, turns it over~: \speech{Show me your penis.} I unbutton myself, but already, with her cold firm hand, she lifts my penis from between the thighs, she rolls it between her hands~: @@ -4206,7 +4206,7 @@ She tucks up her dress, her belly is bare, her little labia open up between her --- You see these little lips~? Put your willy in there. You'll see how nice it feels. -I climb on her knees, the smell of grilled meat comes from the kitchen, Madame Lulu takes my cock, she rubs it against her little labia, she gently drives it in and don't feel anything any more, it's water, I'm swivelling on water ; Madame Lulu wanks me, my head rolls on my shoulder, my father I lick my blood on your knees : +I climb on her knees, the smell of grilled meat comes from the kitchen, Madame Lulu takes my cock, she rubs it against her little labia, she gently drives it in and don't feel anything any more, it's water, I'm swivelling on water ; Madame Lulu wanks me, my head rolls on my shoulder, my father I lick my blood on your knees~: {\sloppy --- Go and sit by the gentleman, over there, and say to him: \speech{Drink, sir, drink.} \par} @@ -4234,7 +4234,7 @@ Ism\`{e}ne, coming down the half-burnt stairs, wipes the boy's mouth with a clot --- I went to the harbour a while ago, the governor's wife and son were sitting in a green boat, they were throwing white bread to the birds, and the small children were fighting over it with the birds. I saw your sister, her dress slit on the thigh, she was hooking the fishermen, she'd put her hand on their thigh ; the boat where the governor's wife and son were sitting, was rocking on the flames, he was holding her hand, his bare foot was pushing away the fish heads on the wet sand at the bottom of the boat. Your sister If\'e was eating a piece of bread, with the other hand she was stroking the fishermen's thigh. Look, the sun has burnt my forehead. The soldiers were looking for the governor's wife and son, they were encircling the warehouses, a soldier strikes my shoulder with the butt of his weapon ; a black stream, of gall and soot, was running out of the warehouse, moving forward on the sand, its head and body in the sun ; other boys, other girls, are displayed in the higher part of the city ; the recruiters have formed an alliance, B\'eja has it shouted that they'll be slaughtered and castrated when he enters the city. -\ldots\ Petrilion is locked up in the storeroom, listens to his shouting, Madame Lulu was protecting him, Draga was jealous, Draga is gone, he ran away in the mountain with the laundry girl. The soldiers surround the boat, the governor's wife and son get up, a soldier lays his hand on the thigh of the governor's wife. it's Emilienne, the sister used to bathe us together at nightfall ; the son strikes the soldier, a jeep is driving down towards the harbour : the general is inside, he watches the narrow streets, his hand is lying on the driver's thigh, tight in the battledress, the children fly around the jeep ; Kment's brothers are exhibiting themselves on the pier, the jeep drives through the spray, as he goes past the general strokes the cheeks and the thighs of Kment's brothers, the jeep stops, the general gets down then presses his finger on a boy's belly, he goes to sit in the middle of the stairs going down into the sea, the soldiers grab the boy, they push him down the stairs, the general makes him sit on the steps above him, then he tilts his head between the little boy's thighs and rolls it and rubs it against the cock tenderly swollen under the light shorts, the soldiers are guarding the stairs, pushing the unbuttoned children away. Sleep, I am sitting by you, I protect you. Listen to Petrilion's cries. Every night he comes down, he comes to take me, he lifts my head open on the hole of wind and flies, he takes me in his arms, he strokes me, he wipes me, his knee cracks under my loins, his chest is gluey. When he takes my knees from underneath, his taut, erect cock swells, sparkles against his belly ; he lays me along him on the straw mattress, Draga's bed is empty ; all the boys have soap on their pubic hair ; Petrilion falls asleep, Draga comes out of the darkness ; Petrilion is sleeping, his arm raised and folded under the nape, Draga completely naked stands over Petrilion, he takes his cock, watches me, the cock rises, Draga kneads his balls, he fingers the rim of his own asshole, I close my eyes, the cock is growing taut under the moon, Draga, without a noise, gives it a wank, the rubbing, Draga's slight panting, the ebb and flow of his saliva behind the teeth, the throbbing of his throat disturb Petrilion's sleep, Petrilion stirs on the mattress, his throat swallows the saliva, his lips curl up, he whines, Draga masturbates, his stiffened muscles jut out all along his body, his knees jump, sperm gushes out, Draga guides his cock towards Petrilion's open armpit, sperm spatters the hair, Draga presses his cock all along, from the root to the red and vibrating tip, sperm runs on the straw mattress, gushes out, transparent, like mother of pearl ; Petrilion wakes up, he closes his arm, sperm smacks under the armpit, Petrilion leaps forward, Draga lolls back on his mattress and closes his eyes, Petrilion jumps on him, he grabs his throat, Draga's hands claw Petrilion's arms, the other boys awaken, sit up on their mattresses, clap their hands, Petrilion screams, his hand covers Draga's mouth and nostrils ; a boy closes the window and comes back to sit on his mattress ; Draga throws his legs against Petrilion's chest, I remain lying, my elbow leaning on the wet spot of the mattress, I watch them fight, spit, claw, strangle each other, I fall asleep, the palms brush my hips, the great white sailing ship shines in the bay, her sails get entangled in the green foliage, the sun rises and caresses my cheek, and I can feel its apricot scent, it's watching me and tearing my dress, I rest in the linen, the small multicoloured birds beat their wings above me, fly away, come back with their beak sweetened, scintillating they soar down, settle on my belly, rummage between the shreds of my dress : couples appear on the ship's deck, they dance between the ropes, the dresses brush the links and the silver hoopings, the music is played by young boys dressed in white, their back and buttocks wet by the spray, the silver ring of their lower lip jingles against the mouthpiece of the flute ; they see me, they smile, a bird flies by my smile, a dancer girl leaves the ship, she comes to sit on the deck chair, her dress unfurls on my leg~: +\ldots\ Petrilion is locked up in the storeroom, listens to his shouting, Madame Lulu was protecting him, Draga was jealous, Draga is gone, he ran away in the mountain with the laundry girl. The soldiers surround the boat, the governor's wife and son get up, a soldier lays his hand on the thigh of the governor's wife. it's Emilienne, the sister used to bathe us together at nightfall ; the son strikes the soldier, a jeep is driving down towards the harbour~: the general is inside, he watches the narrow streets, his hand is lying on the driver's thigh, tight in the battledress, the children fly around the jeep ; Kment's brothers are exhibiting themselves on the pier, the jeep drives through the spray, as he goes past the general strokes the cheeks and the thighs of Kment's brothers, the jeep stops, the general gets down then presses his finger on a boy's belly, he goes to sit in the middle of the stairs going down into the sea, the soldiers grab the boy, they push him down the stairs, the general makes him sit on the steps above him, then he tilts his head between the little boy's thighs and rolls it and rubs it against the cock tenderly swollen under the light shorts, the soldiers are guarding the stairs, pushing the unbuttoned children away. Sleep, I am sitting by you, I protect you. Listen to Petrilion's cries. Every night he comes down, he comes to take me, he lifts my head open on the hole of wind and flies, he takes me in his arms, he strokes me, he wipes me, his knee cracks under my loins, his chest is gluey. When he takes my knees from underneath, his taut, erect cock swells, sparkles against his belly ; he lays me along him on the straw mattress, Draga's bed is empty ; all the boys have soap on their pubic hair ; Petrilion falls asleep, Draga comes out of the darkness ; Petrilion is sleeping, his arm raised and folded under the nape, Draga completely naked stands over Petrilion, he takes his cock, watches me, the cock rises, Draga kneads his balls, he fingers the rim of his own asshole, I close my eyes, the cock is growing taut under the moon, Draga, without a noise, gives it a wank, the rubbing, Draga's slight panting, the ebb and flow of his saliva behind the teeth, the throbbing of his throat disturb Petrilion's sleep, Petrilion stirs on the mattress, his throat swallows the saliva, his lips curl up, he whines, Draga masturbates, his stiffened muscles jut out all along his body, his knees jump, sperm gushes out, Draga guides his cock towards Petrilion's open armpit, sperm spatters the hair, Draga presses his cock all along, from the root to the red and vibrating tip, sperm runs on the straw mattress, gushes out, transparent, like mother of pearl ; Petrilion wakes up, he closes his arm, sperm smacks under the armpit, Petrilion leaps forward, Draga lolls back on his mattress and closes his eyes, Petrilion jumps on him, he grabs his throat, Draga's hands claw Petrilion's arms, the other boys awaken, sit up on their mattresses, clap their hands, Petrilion screams, his hand covers Draga's mouth and nostrils ; a boy closes the window and comes back to sit on his mattress ; Draga throws his legs against Petrilion's chest, I remain lying, my elbow leaning on the wet spot of the mattress, I watch them fight, spit, claw, strangle each other, I fall asleep, the palms brush my hips, the great white sailing ship shines in the bay, her sails get entangled in the green foliage, the sun rises and caresses my cheek, and I can feel its apricot scent, it's watching me and tearing my dress, I rest in the linen, the small multicoloured birds beat their wings above me, fly away, come back with their beak sweetened, scintillating they soar down, settle on my belly, rummage between the shreds of my dress~: couples appear on the ship's deck, they dance between the ropes, the dresses brush the links and the silver hoopings, the music is played by young boys dressed in white, their back and buttocks wet by the spray, the silver ring of their lower lip jingles against the mouthpiece of the flute ; they see me, they smile, a bird flies by my smile, a dancer girl leaves the ship, she comes to sit on the deck chair, her dress unfurls on my leg~: --- Come and play with us, you'll have some jam and blue water. Come. \ldots\ Her hand moves up along my knee, rolls under it the shreds of my dress~: @@ -4258,7 +4258,7 @@ The recruiter turns the boy's head over with his shoe~: --- You'll test it tonight. Get up. -The boy straightens himself, gets up leaning against the wall, his underpants hanging around his knees, he covers his cock with them, the recruiter goes out, leaving the door open : the boy follows him, his arm folded behind his back, his hand resting on the hip, the recruiter looks back all of a sudden, grabs the boy by the nape and bites his mouth, the boy foams, he laughs, rubs himself against the recruiter~: +The boy straightens himself, gets up leaning against the wall, his underpants hanging around his knees, he covers his cock with them, the recruiter goes out, leaving the door open~: the boy follows him, his arm folded behind his back, his hand resting on the hip, the recruiter looks back all of a sudden, grabs the boy by the nape and bites his mouth, the boy foams, he laughs, rubs himself against the recruiter~: --- I'll play the little snail, you'll be the big one\ldots @@ -4315,7 +4315,7 @@ The man who was biting his legs puts his head between his thighs, Petrilion's li The man walks, the underpants crack on the front, from top to bottom ; the man leans on the counter, he orders a glass for Draga ; Draga, back from the fragrant grass, has two men under him giving him a wank and sucking his cock, but neither his face nor his shoulders shake ; he takes the bottle, fills the glass, holds it out for the man. -The man grabs the boy's wrist, strokes his arm ; Draga smiles, the man drinks the wine, but his hand strokes the boy's arm, crushes it on the counter ; the recruiter passes behind the man, he walks to the table where Petrilion is lying ; the man holding Petrilion's head between his thighs has his mouth open, he pants while tightening and opening his thighs ; the recruiter pushes aside the men bending over Petrilion and licking him and kneading all of his body ; he touches the boy's shoulder : \speech{Petrilion, your injection.} +The man grabs the boy's wrist, strokes his arm ; Draga smiles, the man drinks the wine, but his hand strokes the boy's arm, crushes it on the counter ; the recruiter passes behind the man, he walks to the table where Petrilion is lying ; the man holding Petrilion's head between his thighs has his mouth open, he pants while tightening and opening his thighs ; the recruiter pushes aside the men bending over Petrilion and licking him and kneading all of his body ; he touches the boy's shoulder~: \speech{Petrilion, your injection.} The boy stirs, he frees his head, the man opens his thighs~: @@ -4339,7 +4339,7 @@ The woman moves closer to the recruiter and laughs with him, her hand in front o --- Get up now, and walk a bit. -The boy gets down feebly from the table, the recruiter, standing on tiptoe looks through the long dusty and spattered pane above the partition between the common hall and the backroom : Ism\`{e}ne, lying on the tiled floor, lets herself be eaten up ; now and then her white arm shoots out and bends back like a tall flower. The boy, standing before the table, wipes his mouth with his wrist ; the woman washes the syringe, dips it in the second phial, again she lays her finger on the middle of the table, the boy puts his hand on his chest. +The boy gets down feebly from the table, the recruiter, standing on tiptoe looks through the long dusty and spattered pane above the partition between the common hall and the backroom~: Ism\`{e}ne, lying on the tiled floor, lets herself be eaten up ; now and then her white arm shoots out and bends back like a tall flower. The boy, standing before the table, wipes his mouth with his wrist ; the woman washes the syringe, dips it in the second phial, again she lays her finger on the middle of the table, the boy puts his hand on his chest. --- Yes, you, get on the table again, lie on your belly. @@ -4371,11 +4371,11 @@ The woman goes out into the garden, the hound leaps forward, the men hold him ba --- No, you'll pay me next time. -The woman moves away, the recruiter comes back into the garden : the men are waiting, a foot on the steps, the hound sniffs at the light ; the recruiter leads the men to the hut, he makes them go down by the hatch, in the underground passage, the hound growls in the damp darkness, the recruiter leads them into the cellar ; they lock up the hound in the little storehouse ; they go back to the cellar, some benches and chairs are arranged in a circle around an army tent's canvas, laid on the mud floor ; men --- soldiers with their battledress in tatters and their fat lips shiny with pork fat --- sit on the chairs ; the recruiter goes up to the garden again, he runs to the backroom, grabs Draga by the shoulder, pulls him~: +The woman moves away, the recruiter comes back into the garden~: the men are waiting, a foot on the steps, the hound sniffs at the light ; the recruiter leads the men to the hut, he makes them go down by the hatch, in the underground passage, the hound growls in the damp darkness, the recruiter leads them into the cellar ; they lock up the hound in the little storehouse ; they go back to the cellar, some benches and chairs are arranged in a circle around an army tent's canvas, laid on the mud floor ; men --- soldiers with their battledress in tatters and their fat lips shiny with pork fat --- sit on the chairs ; the recruiter goes up to the garden again, he runs to the backroom, grabs Draga by the shoulder, pulls him~: --- Go down to the cellar, you'll make people pay. You have your knife under your armpit~? -Draga pushes aside the two men who were under him, leaves the room, his underpants in his hand ; the recruiter goes up to the boys' room, Petrilion is lying on his paillasse, his arms unfolded along his body, his hands are shaking on his thighs : the recruiter bends over him, sniffs at his face. +Draga pushes aside the two men who were under him, leaves the room, his underpants in his hand ; the recruiter goes up to the boys' room, Petrilion is lying on his paillasse, his arms unfolded along his body, his hands are shaking on his thighs~: the recruiter bends over him, sniffs at his face. --- You smell good, the hound will enjoy its little fianc\'ee. @@ -4383,9 +4383,9 @@ The boy remains lying ; under the recruiter's breath, his eyebrows flutter but h --- Get some rest, I'll come and fetch you. -The recruiter goes down again, the other recruiters are drinking at the counter, the door is open on the street : two boys, leaning against the wall, are yawning, mouth wide open ; each time a man passes in the street, they throw out their belly, shake their cocks through the underpants, utter little cries, the recruiter drinks among his comrades. +The recruiter goes down again, the other recruiters are drinking at the counter, the door is open on the street~: two boys, leaning against the wall, are yawning, mouth wide open ; each time a man passes in the street, they throw out their belly, shake their cocks through the underpants, utter little cries, the recruiter drinks among his comrades. -Draga, in the cellar, sits on the soldiers' knees, his whole body gets spattered with stains of fat ; in the garden, shadows crowd around the hut, two recruiters come out, they speak to the shadows, they push them through the hatch ; men and women come to light in the underground passage : Draga, sprawled on the tent canvas, under a soldier, gets up again and places himself at the entrance of the big cellar ; the hound is barking in the storeroom ; Draga holds out his hand, a woman passes in front of him, and moves away, Draga holds her back by the shoulder, the woman turns round. +Draga, in the cellar, sits on the soldiers' knees, his whole body gets spattered with stains of fat ; in the garden, shadows crowd around the hut, two recruiters come out, they speak to the shadows, they push them through the hatch ; men and women come to light in the underground passage~: Draga, sprawled on the tent canvas, under a soldier, gets up again and places himself at the entrance of the big cellar ; the hound is barking in the storeroom ; Draga holds out his hand, a woman passes in front of him, and moves away, Draga holds her back by the shoulder, the woman turns round. --- Draga~! I'm the one who dipped your cock in the cup. @@ -4393,7 +4393,7 @@ Draga, in the cellar, sits on the soldiers' knees, his whole body gets spattered The woman touches the man following her, the man searches in his inside pocket, takes out five banknotes, gives them to Draga, who slips them in his underpants, against his flesh. -Men and women sit on the chairs ; in the common hall, the men, watched by the recruiter, go out ; Ism\`{e}ne, lying among the puddles of wine and the spatters of sperm, her head tilted on his elbow, her other arm covering her belly, is asleep. Men part in the alley ; the two boys, motionless, watch them move away ; moonlight chills their belly ; the dust raised close to the ground by the night wind brushes their feet ; three helicopters rumble above the palace, their lights dazzle the two boys ; they plunge towards the river, follow the banks up to the valley's entrance ; the two boys go in again ; the recruiter goes out into the garden, the two boys go up to their room ; one of them lies down and falls asleep at once, the other leans against the window, pulls out his cock and pisses, legs parted, the jet falls back on the brothel wall, splashes the pane of the common room ; a bird enters the room, settles on the sleeping boy's hand, then on his close cropped head, the boy stirs, the bird flies away, comes back, settles, snuggles up between the head and the mattress ; often do birds nest in that way, drawn by the heat, the sweetness of childish fragrance and the warmth of down on the temples ; other boys, coming from the warehouses, enter the room noisily, undress, throw their jeans on the floor and sprawl on the mattresses ; the birds fly along the walls, come and go between the room and the trees in full bloom, lay on the sleeping boys' lips and eyelids, small seeds, sweet powders, petals ; the boys awaken and listen to the rustle of the trees, follow the flight of the birds ; the recruiter touches Draga's shoulder, then his underpants, at the place swollen by the banknotes, all around the cock, he goes up again, walks to the fence, wanders for a while in the alleys, comes back, he goes up to the room, taps Petrilion's shoulder, the boy gets up, the recruiter takes him by the hand, he leads him into the garden, the boy steps back, the recruiter touches his knife, he pushes the boy into the hut, the two other recruiters lift the hatch, they grab the boy's leg, and pull it, the boy slips down the ladder, the two recruiters push him forward in the underground passage, Draga holds him against his body, but Petrilion resigns himself ; once again, feeling Draga's body, his blood warms up ; the soldiers have dragged the dog out of the storeroom, they keep it chained on the tent canvas, they open its mouth, tear inside its mouth a small bag of red powder, the dog swallows it, it growls under the strokes, half-collapses on its loins, lifts its back paw, the soldiers stroke it on the thigh, next to the cock, the dog yaps, it falls over completely ; men and women watch the cellar door ; Draga enters, he holds Petrilion by the neck ; men and women lick their lips, swallow their saliva ; the dog raises its head, it growls, it rises on its legs, it leaps towards Petrilion ; the boy pushed by Draga --- who goes to position himself against the door ---, moves closer to the dog, smacks his lips uttering bird cries, lays his hand on the dog's head, drives it in the neck's hair, under the head, the dog purrs, Petrilion rubs his hip against the dog's muzzle, the dog licks the underpants, its burning tongue enters the slit in the pants, winds round the boy's cock ; Petrilion is trembling, his cock shoots out of the tear ; the soldiers are leaning against the wall, Petrilion steps over the dog, rides it, his cock gets tangled in the long fresh hair that smells of salt and night, the dog looks back, its tongue licks the knee and the thigh of the boy who, still riding the dog, moves back as far as the tail : it rises, strikes the boy's loins and his back, Petrilion slips his hands under the dog's belly, he fondles its nipples, then the cock, the dog yaps, the dog's saliva dries on Petrilion's knee ; the boy cannot see the men and women ; they can see him, their heart throbbing, their genitals aroused, they spy, they scrutinize the palpitations of muscles, nerves, blood on the boy's skin, they wallow in that bare skin, that taut cock in black locks, hidden under the dog's tawny coat ; the boy squeezes the animal's loins between his thighs, then he rises to his feet again ; his underpants held back on his hips by the laces, only support his testicles ; Petrilion trembles no more, he is standing behind the dog, he turns towards the men and women and throws his cock forward, then he lifts the dog's tail, and, fondling its cock with the other hand, he parts the legs, his feet slide on the tent canvas, he presses on them to keep his balance, he lies, stretching his body that way, on the animal's loins ; the tail beats against his belly, the tip brushes Petrilion chest ; the boy's cock seeks the dog's asshole, under the tail ; it finds it, penetrates it, the wet burn relaxes the boy's muscles, he begins to smile, the cock penetrates further ; the boy, holding the dog under its neck with both hands, presses it against his belly, his head rolls on the coat, his open, panting mouth wets the coat, his teeth nibble it ; the boy pushes his cock in and out, the dog yaps, its tongue licks the boy's hands joined under its mouth ; the boy frees one of his hands, he slips it between his belly and the dog's asshole ; the dog, its mouth streaming with foam, opens and closes its asshole, the lining squeezes and releases the boy's swollen cock ; Petrilion grabs his own cock at the root, gives it a wank ; his stiff legs crack, get covered with sweat ; the dog's cock, extremely taut, grows red, brushes the tent canvas ; in his excitement, the boy fastens his hand to the dog's lips ; it nibbles the boy's fingers, the sperm rises, Petrilion bites the dog's coat, its skin, sperm gushes out, the dog spreads it hind legs apart, it yaps, it lick its lips, its eyes become wet, its right hind leg gives way, the boy, his hand holding the cock at the root, bends his right leg and rolls on his side with the dog, he presses the dog's paw against his thigh in order to keep his cock inside the dog's asshole, he kneads its nipples, its cock, which sticks to his hand red and gluey ; the boy breathes heavily, he sets the dog upright again, sets himself upright too, stiffens his legs again, but this time he leans his left hand on the dog's back, hooks his fingers to the dog's coat and, standing almost straight, the dog's tail standing upright between his nipples, he shakes its cock from the root, his hand now and then hitting the dog's balls, which then touch the boy's, held up inside the torn underpants ; sperm gushes out a second time ; the dog utters a long wail ; the boy waits a little, his underpants which have slipped from the buttocks are soaked with the sweat streaming down on the cock and mixing with the dog's sweat, in its shiny coat. +Men and women sit on the chairs ; in the common hall, the men, watched by the recruiter, go out ; Ism\`{e}ne, lying among the puddles of wine and the spatters of sperm, her head tilted on his elbow, her other arm covering her belly, is asleep. Men part in the alley ; the two boys, motionless, watch them move away ; moonlight chills their belly ; the dust raised close to the ground by the night wind brushes their feet ; three helicopters rumble above the palace, their lights dazzle the two boys ; they plunge towards the river, follow the banks up to the valley's entrance ; the two boys go in again ; the recruiter goes out into the garden, the two boys go up to their room ; one of them lies down and falls asleep at once, the other leans against the window, pulls out his cock and pisses, legs parted, the jet falls back on the brothel wall, splashes the pane of the common room ; a bird enters the room, settles on the sleeping boy's hand, then on his close cropped head, the boy stirs, the bird flies away, comes back, settles, snuggles up between the head and the mattress ; often do birds nest in that way, drawn by the heat, the sweetness of childish fragrance and the warmth of down on the temples ; other boys, coming from the warehouses, enter the room noisily, undress, throw their jeans on the floor and sprawl on the mattresses ; the birds fly along the walls, come and go between the room and the trees in full bloom, lay on the sleeping boys' lips and eyelids, small seeds, sweet powders, petals ; the boys awaken and listen to the rustle of the trees, follow the flight of the birds ; the recruiter touches Draga's shoulder, then his underpants, at the place swollen by the banknotes, all around the cock, he goes up again, walks to the fence, wanders for a while in the alleys, comes back, he goes up to the room, taps Petrilion's shoulder, the boy gets up, the recruiter takes him by the hand, he leads him into the garden, the boy steps back, the recruiter touches his knife, he pushes the boy into the hut, the two other recruiters lift the hatch, they grab the boy's leg, and pull it, the boy slips down the ladder, the two recruiters push him forward in the underground passage, Draga holds him against his body, but Petrilion resigns himself ; once again, feeling Draga's body, his blood warms up ; the soldiers have dragged the dog out of the storeroom, they keep it chained on the tent canvas, they open its mouth, tear inside its mouth a small bag of red powder, the dog swallows it, it growls under the strokes, half-collapses on its loins, lifts its back paw, the soldiers stroke it on the thigh, next to the cock, the dog yaps, it falls over completely ; men and women watch the cellar door ; Draga enters, he holds Petrilion by the neck ; men and women lick their lips, swallow their saliva ; the dog raises its head, it growls, it rises on its legs, it leaps towards Petrilion ; the boy pushed by Draga --- who goes to position himself against the door ---, moves closer to the dog, smacks his lips uttering bird cries, lays his hand on the dog's head, drives it in the neck's hair, under the head, the dog purrs, Petrilion rubs his hip against the dog's muzzle, the dog licks the underpants, its burning tongue enters the slit in the pants, winds round the boy's cock ; Petrilion is trembling, his cock shoots out of the tear ; the soldiers are leaning against the wall, Petrilion steps over the dog, rides it, his cock gets tangled in the long fresh hair that smells of salt and night, the dog looks back, its tongue licks the knee and the thigh of the boy who, still riding the dog, moves back as far as the tail~: it rises, strikes the boy's loins and his back, Petrilion slips his hands under the dog's belly, he fondles its nipples, then the cock, the dog yaps, the dog's saliva dries on Petrilion's knee ; the boy cannot see the men and women ; they can see him, their heart throbbing, their genitals aroused, they spy, they scrutinize the palpitations of muscles, nerves, blood on the boy's skin, they wallow in that bare skin, that taut cock in black locks, hidden under the dog's tawny coat ; the boy squeezes the animal's loins between his thighs, then he rises to his feet again ; his underpants held back on his hips by the laces, only support his testicles ; Petrilion trembles no more, he is standing behind the dog, he turns towards the men and women and throws his cock forward, then he lifts the dog's tail, and, fondling its cock with the other hand, he parts the legs, his feet slide on the tent canvas, he presses on them to keep his balance, he lies, stretching his body that way, on the animal's loins ; the tail beats against his belly, the tip brushes Petrilion chest ; the boy's cock seeks the dog's asshole, under the tail ; it finds it, penetrates it, the wet burn relaxes the boy's muscles, he begins to smile, the cock penetrates further ; the boy, holding the dog under its neck with both hands, presses it against his belly, his head rolls on the coat, his open, panting mouth wets the coat, his teeth nibble it ; the boy pushes his cock in and out, the dog yaps, its tongue licks the boy's hands joined under its mouth ; the boy frees one of his hands, he slips it between his belly and the dog's asshole ; the dog, its mouth streaming with foam, opens and closes its asshole, the lining squeezes and releases the boy's swollen cock ; Petrilion grabs his own cock at the root, gives it a wank ; his stiff legs crack, get covered with sweat ; the dog's cock, extremely taut, grows red, brushes the tent canvas ; in his excitement, the boy fastens his hand to the dog's lips ; it nibbles the boy's fingers, the sperm rises, Petrilion bites the dog's coat, its skin, sperm gushes out, the dog spreads it hind legs apart, it yaps, it lick its lips, its eyes become wet, its right hind leg gives way, the boy, his hand holding the cock at the root, bends his right leg and rolls on his side with the dog, he presses the dog's paw against his thigh in order to keep his cock inside the dog's asshole, he kneads its nipples, its cock, which sticks to his hand red and gluey ; the boy breathes heavily, he sets the dog upright again, sets himself upright too, stiffens his legs again, but this time he leans his left hand on the dog's back, hooks his fingers to the dog's coat and, standing almost straight, the dog's tail standing upright between his nipples, he shakes its cock from the root, his hand now and then hitting the dog's balls, which then touch the boy's, held up inside the torn underpants ; sperm gushes out a second time ; the dog utters a long wail ; the boy waits a little, his underpants which have slipped from the buttocks are soaked with the sweat streaming down on the cock and mixing with the dog's sweat, in its shiny coat. The electric bulb, above the boy, throws reflections on his hair soapy with sperm, the dog's saliva and dribble stick tawny hair, sand, small leaves to the boy's cheeks, nostrils, chest, belly, thighs, hands, arms ; the boy lays his hand again on his cock, gives it a violent wank ; the soldiers slap their thighs, sperm gushes out for the third time, the boy's legs relax, sweat veils his eyes, blackens his hair, his eyebrows, the shadow of his nostrils, he pushes his cock in twice, the dog claws the canvas with its front leg ; the boy then steps back, slowly withdraws his cock, but the dog squeezes it and holds it in ; the boy leans with both hands on the top of the dog's thighs, and he moves back, the cock remains stuck, the boy gets scared, his heart throbs, his cheeks grow pale ; the soldiers move forward~: @@ -4405,7 +4405,7 @@ The soldiers lean on the wall again, the boy stiffens his legs, --- the dog laid The soldiers grab the dog by the breast ; one of them pulls out of his battledress pocket a piece of fresh meat, which has stuck the cloth at the knee, he places it in front of the dog's fangs, the fangs vibrate on the boy's back, the dog smells the meat, it raises its head, the soldier steps back, the dog throws its fangs forward, the soldier moves further back, the dog tears itself away from the boy, brutal, chafing his hips with its claws, it throws itself on the piece of meat, it snatches it, it drags it, in the dust, shakes it, tramples it, tears it, on the boy's foot. -Petrilion, his hands still warm and crumpled, his cock softened and burnt, his lips, his eyelids gluey, remains lying on the ground ; the soldiers tie up the dog again, they take him out of the cellar, they make him climb the ladder, the dog growls, his fangs vibrate against the soldiers' eyebrows ; they go out into the garden, the dog sniffs at the ground, it leaps, it yaps, it sniffs its coat around the asshole, its muzzle, sparkling in the moonlight ; its cock drips under the belly ; inside the cellar, Petrilion, sprawled on the canvas, eyes shut, shivers in the cool of the black earth ; men and women get up from the chairs, they bend over the child, they observe his blackened body, gluey, battered, bloody, they bend over, they touch, with the tip of the fingers, the cock, little wet ember, in the tuft of black down ; a woman squats down, kisses the boy's bloody foot ; Petrilion doesn't move, his whole body is trembling ; Draga, once the men and women have left, squats down ; the recruiter goes up to the garden, closes the fence, takes Petrilion's hand, lifts him under the shoulders, unsticks his eyelids, he unlaces the underpants, on the right hip, the cock sticks to the cloth, Draga pulls the cloth, gently unsticks the cock, the boy opens his eyes, groans ; Draga strokes, tenderly, Petrilion's gluey belly, he pulls off the pants in one go, he throws them on the tent canvas, Petrilion picks it up, he holds it out to Draga, Draga unfolds it, holds the slits, he shakes it above Draga's eyes : +Petrilion, his hands still warm and crumpled, his cock softened and burnt, his lips, his eyelids gluey, remains lying on the ground ; the soldiers tie up the dog again, they take him out of the cellar, they make him climb the ladder, the dog growls, his fangs vibrate against the soldiers' eyebrows ; they go out into the garden, the dog sniffs at the ground, it leaps, it yaps, it sniffs its coat around the asshole, its muzzle, sparkling in the moonlight ; its cock drips under the belly ; inside the cellar, Petrilion, sprawled on the canvas, eyes shut, shivers in the cool of the black earth ; men and women get up from the chairs, they bend over the child, they observe his blackened body, gluey, battered, bloody, they bend over, they touch, with the tip of the fingers, the cock, little wet ember, in the tuft of black down ; a woman squats down, kisses the boy's bloody foot ; Petrilion doesn't move, his whole body is trembling ; Draga, once the men and women have left, squats down ; the recruiter goes up to the garden, closes the fence, takes Petrilion's hand, lifts him under the shoulders, unsticks his eyelids, he unlaces the underpants, on the right hip, the cock sticks to the cloth, Draga pulls the cloth, gently unsticks the cock, the boy opens his eyes, groans ; Draga strokes, tenderly, Petrilion's gluey belly, he pulls off the pants in one go, he throws them on the tent canvas, Petrilion picks it up, he holds it out to Draga, Draga unfolds it, holds the slits, he shakes it above Draga's eyes~: --- See how much it has loved you. @@ -4413,7 +4413,7 @@ Petrilion stands up straight again, he leans on Draga's shoulder ; the recruiter --- Take Petrilion upstairs, to Madame Lulu's room, smear his cock with some ointment, and put him to bed. Come and meet me again after, in my bed. -The recruiter sits on a chair, goes on with counting the banknotes, Draga carries Petrilion in his arms, the boy's cock rolls on the thigh, he utters a loud scream, Draga climbs the ladder, lifts the hatch with his shaven head ; he walks through the garden, Petrilion's head hangs out of Draga's arms, his head bathes in the freshness of the grass, the trees, the flowers ; on his lips, the stars are singing ; Petrilion, dazzled by the brightness of the sky, covers his eyes with his hands, they enter the backroom : a recruiter is drinking alone at the table ; when Draga passes, he throws out his hand on the belly of Petrilion whose legs open before him are hanging from Draga's arms, he squeezes the cock between his fingers, Petrilion screams, the recruiter squeezes harder, Petrilion shouts, the recruiter strikes Petrilion's leg, takes out his knife from his belt, pricks the boy's foot, then his arm and leg, Petrilion's cry ends up in a sob ; the recruiter drives the knife in the wound, he lets it go, the knife vibrates in the wound, the recruiter pulls it out, he lays his hands on the wounds, he rubs them, he smears the boy's leg with blood ; he presses his bloody hand again on Petrilion's cock, but the boy has fainted ; the recruiter shows his hand to Draga, the boy sits Petrilion on the chair, he takes the recruiter by the hand, he leads him to the sink, the recruiter strokes him on the shoulders, on the back, with his bloody hand ; the boy takes it, he opens the tap, sprinkles the hand, soaps it, rubs it, his fingers intertwine with those of the recruiter who presses his hard-on against the sink's wet cement ; the recruiter slips his soapy hand, inside Draga's underpants, the boy removes the hand, the recruiter grabs his knife, pricks the cloth of the underpants, on the buttocks, draws a cross through the cloth~: +The recruiter sits on a chair, goes on with counting the banknotes, Draga carries Petrilion in his arms, the boy's cock rolls on the thigh, he utters a loud scream, Draga climbs the ladder, lifts the hatch with his shaven head ; he walks through the garden, Petrilion's head hangs out of Draga's arms, his head bathes in the freshness of the grass, the trees, the flowers ; on his lips, the stars are singing ; Petrilion, dazzled by the brightness of the sky, covers his eyes with his hands, they enter the backroom~: a recruiter is drinking alone at the table ; when Draga passes, he throws out his hand on the belly of Petrilion whose legs open before him are hanging from Draga's arms, he squeezes the cock between his fingers, Petrilion screams, the recruiter squeezes harder, Petrilion shouts, the recruiter strikes Petrilion's leg, takes out his knife from his belt, pricks the boy's foot, then his arm and leg, Petrilion's cry ends up in a sob ; the recruiter drives the knife in the wound, he lets it go, the knife vibrates in the wound, the recruiter pulls it out, he lays his hands on the wounds, he rubs them, he smears the boy's leg with blood ; he presses his bloody hand again on Petrilion's cock, but the boy has fainted ; the recruiter shows his hand to Draga, the boy sits Petrilion on the chair, he takes the recruiter by the hand, he leads him to the sink, the recruiter strokes him on the shoulders, on the back, with his bloody hand ; the boy takes it, he opens the tap, sprinkles the hand, soaps it, rubs it, his fingers intertwine with those of the recruiter who presses his hard-on against the sink's wet cement ; the recruiter slips his soapy hand, inside Draga's underpants, the boy removes the hand, the recruiter grabs his knife, pricks the cloth of the underpants, on the buttocks, draws a cross through the cloth~: --- Christ on his cross, had a hard-on from watching the twisted torsos and the unfastened loincloths of the dead thieves tied up on his right and on his left, fuck me, fuck me. @@ -4443,11 +4443,11 @@ The other recruiter returns from the cellar, the one embracing Draga against the --- Blood, for his lips, still tastes like wine. -Draga leaves, Petrilion has fallen asleep, Draga goes down, sees Ism\`{e}ne lying in the pools of wine and the trails of sperm, he makes his underpants snap, he goes to lean against the frame of the backroom door : the two recruiters are rolling on the ground ; the one who has the money holds the other against the tiled floor, he hits him in the belly, in the face, he gets up again, he takes Draga by the hand ; the recruiter and the boy go up to the recruiter's room ; just before going to bed, Draga unlaces his underpants, he puts them on the chair ; on the cloth, in spite of the trails of sperm and blood, the small cross is still visible ; the boy strokes the stripes ; the recruiter, stark naked, grabs that hand, draws the boy against him, and rubs his knees against the boy's buttocks. +Draga leaves, Petrilion has fallen asleep, Draga goes down, sees Ism\`{e}ne lying in the pools of wine and the trails of sperm, he makes his underpants snap, he goes to lean against the frame of the backroom door~: the two recruiters are rolling on the ground ; the one who has the money holds the other against the tiled floor, he hits him in the belly, in the face, he gets up again, he takes Draga by the hand ; the recruiter and the boy go up to the recruiter's room ; just before going to bed, Draga unlaces his underpants, he puts them on the chair ; on the cloth, in spite of the trails of sperm and blood, the small cross is still visible ; the boy strokes the stripes ; the recruiter, stark naked, grabs that hand, draws the boy against him, and rubs his knees against the boy's buttocks. --- Have you beaten Christ~? -The recruiter lolls back on the bed with the boy, he hugs him : he squeezes him between his thighs, brings back his legs over the boy's ; Draga lets him bite his mouth ; the recruiter releases the boy, Draga rolls on the side, his leg hangs out of the bed ; the recruiter puts the light out, the mosquitoes, surprised, brush the faces, the throbbing throats, the eyes still dazzled ; the recruiter takes the boy's hand, lays it on his softened cock ; the boy's still tender fingers wind around the locks still soaked in sweat ; moonlight bathes their bodies and the bedspread. +The recruiter lolls back on the bed with the boy, he hugs him~: he squeezes him between his thighs, brings back his legs over the boy's ; Draga lets him bite his mouth ; the recruiter releases the boy, Draga rolls on the side, his leg hangs out of the bed ; the recruiter puts the light out, the mosquitoes, surprised, brush the faces, the throbbing throats, the eyes still dazzled ; the recruiter takes the boy's hand, lays it on his softened cock ; the boy's still tender fingers wind around the locks still soaked in sweat ; moonlight bathes their bodies and the bedspread. --- Christ is dead drunk, lying on the tiled floor, arms stretched out sideways, feet crushed under the table's feet, he's spitting blood, not by the side, but by the mouth. @@ -4463,7 +4463,7 @@ The recruiter rolls over the boy, Draga laughs, the recruiter's hairy chest crus Sea in the distance rolls on the beaches, cool rises from the garden, the boy huddles under the recruiter whose lips touch his eyes, the boy opens them wide, the recruiter licks them with his tongue, in the same time, his hand covers Draga's belly ; the boy turns over on his belly, the recruiter spreads his buttocks apart, he drives his taut cock in ; sea rolls pebbles at the bottom of the coves, crabs climb up steep rocks, octopuses lie in wait for them in the holes of the walls, they throw out their tentacles and wind them round the crab's claws, they pull it towards the rock, inside their holes, and gobble it up, the shell cracks in their beaks, they spit out the claws, the feelers, fragments of shell ; the recruiter licks the boy's shaven head, the hollow of his ears, the honey of his ears, wind runs on his back, as far as the nape ; he strokes the boy's temples, buried under the bedspread ; the boy falls asleep, the recruiter masturbates, bites the boy's ear, Draga wakes up, the recruiter licks his temple~: ---- You were forgetting me~? Some clients said you used to dream aloud : \speech{Manure, rats, Spring, cave\ldots} You took your powder tonight~? +--- You were forgetting me~? Some clients said you used to dream aloud~: \speech{Manure, rats, Spring, cave\ldots} You took your powder tonight~? --- Yes, but I feel sleepy. @@ -4475,7 +4475,7 @@ On the surface of the sea, trails of light cross one another at the spot on the \chapter{Fifth Song} -Thivai wakes up before the brothel shuts its lights out at dawn ; he gets out of the sleeping bag ; cocks crow on the top of the hill, under the highest watchtower : the Eiffel tower ; between the bars of the small basement window, their red combs jump among the heavy grass ; the sentry climbs down the ladder, his rifle clinks against the protection sheet ; Thivai lies back again on the sleeping bag, the tall wet trees pour their dew on the red roof of the command post. Thivai feels a lump in his throat, he covers his belly with his hands. Sun flashes through the basement window, dazzles the boy~: +Thivai wakes up before the brothel shuts its lights out at dawn ; he gets out of the sleeping bag ; cocks crow on the top of the hill, under the highest watchtower~: the Eiffel tower ; between the bars of the small basement window, their red combs jump among the heavy grass ; the sentry climbs down the ladder, his rifle clinks against the protection sheet ; Thivai lies back again on the sleeping bag, the tall wet trees pour their dew on the red roof of the command post. Thivai feels a lump in his throat, he covers his belly with his hands. Sun flashes through the basement window, dazzles the boy~: --- It's me, Xaintrailles. You'll be questioned this afternoon at headquarters. Good luck. I'm leaving for mine clearance at Ait Saada. @@ -4525,7 +4525,7 @@ I crawl over her, her hands are kneading the shorts on my buttocks, her fingers --- As for me, I have no more heart. -Her fingers part my buttocks then slip under the shorts, knead the rolls of fat of the buttocks ; I close her mouth with my teeth ; open on the head of the sofa, one of Xaintrailles' books : \booktitle{Manual of Tactics and Strategy}. I open it, I see the drawing of a Greek hoplite throwing his spear, his foot on a rose laurel, Xaintrailles, dreamily, one evening, blackened with ink a small loincloth on the hoplite's belly ; I leave the book opened ; V\'eronique's hand sinks between her belly and mine, she starts unbuttoning my shorts, she looks me straight in the eye, her hand unbuttons, my hand joins her hand, intertwined they uncover my thighs ; my cock grows hard under the wet swimming trunks, V\'eronique's hand threads its way under the swimming trunks, touches my cock, the swollen vein. +Her fingers part my buttocks then slip under the shorts, knead the rolls of fat of the buttocks ; I close her mouth with my teeth ; open on the head of the sofa, one of Xaintrailles' books~: \booktitle{Manual of Tactics and Strategy}. I open it, I see the drawing of a Greek hoplite throwing his spear, his foot on a rose laurel, Xaintrailles, dreamily, one evening, blackened with ink a small loincloth on the hoplite's belly ; I leave the book opened ; V\'eronique's hand sinks between her belly and mine, she starts unbuttoning my shorts, she looks me straight in the eye, her hand unbuttons, my hand joins her hand, intertwined they uncover my thighs ; my cock grows hard under the wet swimming trunks, V\'eronique's hand threads its way under the swimming trunks, touches my cock, the swollen vein. Xaintrailles is whistling under the trees, his shirt open down to the navel. @@ -4564,7 +4564,7 @@ Downstairs, Xaintrailles crumples the packing paper, I go down to the kitchen~: --- Be careful, the sailors fire at those who swim towards the battleships. ---- Xaintrailles, this night, I had a dream : in the lower part of the city, people were marvelling at a miracle ; my legs were cut off, I couldn't go down, the oriflammes, on the high city, were flapping like swords. The miracle was moving along the river, as far as the estuary, the children were pulling me out of my bed. At once, in the night, the crowd had started building a basilica over the hut where the miracle had come to rest. Touch, I'm alive, I'm alive, without my heart beating. +--- Xaintrailles, this night, I had a dream~: in the lower part of the city, people were marvelling at a miracle ; my legs were cut off, I couldn't go down, the oriflammes, on the high city, were flapping like swords. The miracle was moving along the river, as far as the estuary, the children were pulling me out of my bed. At once, in the night, the crowd had started building a basilica over the hut where the miracle had come to rest. Touch, I'm alive, I'm alive, without my heart beating. V\'eronique covered with blood clings to the battleship ; the sailors open a door in the side of the ship, they throw ropes, I take V\'eronique in my arm, I swim, I grab the rope, I fall dripping on the floor of the hold, a long line of blood covers her breast and her legs\ldots @@ -4574,7 +4574,7 @@ Water glimmers. V\'eronique, clinging to the dinghy's bow, rubs her belly and he --- Hurry before the negro wakes up ; on the photograph, once only. -{\sloppy I'm trembling, I smile, I cannot say : \speech{I've already masturbated three times this afternoon in the orangerie, V\'eronique likes that smell.} +{\sloppy I'm trembling, I smile, I cannot say~: \speech{I've already masturbated three times this afternoon in the orangerie, V\'eronique likes that smell.} The aunt turns away, she paints her nails, I pull out my cock, it rolls on the grey flannel, I lay the tip on the little dog, the photo's glaze cools the tip of my cock, I laugh, she turns her head towards me~: @@ -4606,7 +4606,7 @@ Thivai brings back the sleeping bag on his loins, he's shivering, the sweat from Thivai tightens his throat, his cry. -In the courtyard, soldiers bump into each other, gloss their hair, wash their hands and their cocks ; green foliage above the wash-house caresses their bare shoulders ; the sun sparkles in the broken mirrors hanging from the garden hose ; a child stripped to the waist, escapes from the wine press ; a soldier grabs his carbine, he fires, the child collapses against the camp fence : \speech{He's the reb's son who comes to sleep inside the press every night} ; the soldier runs, lifts the child whose cheek and throat are covered with black blood, the child is breathing, the soldier takes his head by the hair, he bangs it three times on the rock protruding in the red dust ; the child is still breathing, the soldier tramples his throat, the child's eyes shoot out of the sockets and his tongue, out of the mouth ; the soldier grabs the child by the hair again, he drags him as far as the sandbags ; the soldiers, at the wash-house, watch him, their hands shaking on the comb, and their lips on the toothbrush ; the soldier drags the body on the bag, then he makes it roll on the fortifications' slope ; he pushes him with the butt of his carbine ; the body remains caught by an eucalyptus stub ; the soldier takes the pole for clearing the latrine, he waves it ; its tip is smeared with still fresh shit, from the morning sentries. +In the courtyard, soldiers bump into each other, gloss their hair, wash their hands and their cocks ; green foliage above the wash-house caresses their bare shoulders ; the sun sparkles in the broken mirrors hanging from the garden hose ; a child stripped to the waist, escapes from the wine press ; a soldier grabs his carbine, he fires, the child collapses against the camp fence~: \speech{He's the reb's son who comes to sleep inside the press every night} ; the soldier runs, lifts the child whose cheek and throat are covered with black blood, the child is breathing, the soldier takes his head by the hair, he bangs it three times on the rock protruding in the red dust ; the child is still breathing, the soldier tramples his throat, the child's eyes shoot out of the sockets and his tongue, out of the mouth ; the soldier grabs the child by the hair again, he drags him as far as the sandbags ; the soldiers, at the wash-house, watch him, their hands shaking on the comb, and their lips on the toothbrush ; the soldier drags the body on the bag, then he makes it roll on the fortifications' slope ; he pushes him with the butt of his carbine ; the body remains caught by an eucalyptus stub ; the soldier takes the pole for clearing the latrine, he waves it ; its tip is smeared with still fresh shit, from the morning sentries. The soldier pricks the dead body with the end of the pole, he clears the head and shoulders from the stub, the end of the pole pierces the cheek then the child's shoulder, the dead body rolls down the freshly ploughed slope to the marshes where it sinks, gradually swallowed up by blue water and carnivorous slime. @@ -4630,9 +4630,9 @@ I hit her in the face, she cries, I hit her again~: Thivai blows on the saltpetre\ldots -I'll be condemned, they'll eat my heart and my eyes, and my mother within me hidden, by me nourished. They'll ballot for my miserable linen, my smashed mirror, my ball of amber, my golden chain and my transistor. Xaintrailles will weep for this head never kissed, this heart never pressed, these eyes never wet. O death, throw me on the manure, have the king pass by, raise his finger, stop his servants with slanted eyes under the jet-black fringe, arm them with pickaxes, they push away the manure, hook my knees, brain the rats between my thighs ; make me rot in some deserted country peopled by vile slaves, every night the young masters of the sea come down, hide in the bushes, harpoon the slaves' families, burn their huts, ravage their fields ; then they return to their boats, wake up the oarsmen, gorge them with heavy retsina wine and make fun of them staggering on the banquet stage and feeling each other to ride on their backs. A god that is no god, but a smile of stone, wakes me up, gathers my rotten limbs. Once I left Madame's place, I became a slave ; I used to meet V\'eronique and Xaintrailles who were slaves in the lower city, at night for the boats arriving loaded with spiders, crabs, red mullets ; V\'eronique belongs to the Cooperative, she lifts crates of fish, her forehead, her hands are bloody, sailors stroke her overcoat and underneath, her soaked shorts, dry only on the cunt ; she falls on the crates ; in the warehouse, with the light coming from outside, a sailor lays her on the big fish and his hand smeared with gall --- he comes out of the ship's hold, he has brained the fish and chopped their head off --- his tough hand sinks under the shorts, pinches the cunt, smears it with gall ; a child strikes the pane with his satchel ; V\'eronique above the sailor's shoulder gazes at the nets and sails shivering in the moonlight ; she reads a hundred times the number painted on the ship's bow ; the sailor penetrates her, smashes her forehead, between the eyes, with his closed fist ; blood rises to V\'eronique's eyes ; the sailor, excited by the smell of blood rising, crushes V\'eronique's breasts ; a fish-hook hanging from his jacket pierces V\'eronique's overcoat, pricks the breast ; she screams, the sailor gets up again, his cock, softened, drags a few seconds on a fish fin ; he gets up, he pushes, with his foot, V\'eronique under the fish ; wounded, she stays lying there until dawn ; Xaintrailles, his belly girded in a piece of cloth, wanders from one sleazy bar to another, he squats down under the counter, under the tables, he cleans the spitoons, picks up the cigarette butts ; the men sitting at the tables push him, he falls, mouth crushed on the spitoon ; in the casinos, he threads his way between the players' legs ; women, a giant cigarette holder between their fingers, lift up his chin ; waiters gag him with his soiled cloth, they steal from him the cigarette butts swelling the pocket of his jeans ; in the evening, in front of the social commissioner, he trembles, he expects the whip, he raises his arms, the social commissioner goes through his pockets, takes out the tobacco, pours it in a money box : For our old citizens. The commissioner taps on Xaintrailles' hip : \speech{Now, to the kennel.} +I'll be condemned, they'll eat my heart and my eyes, and my mother within me hidden, by me nourished. They'll ballot for my miserable linen, my smashed mirror, my ball of amber, my golden chain and my transistor. Xaintrailles will weep for this head never kissed, this heart never pressed, these eyes never wet. O death, throw me on the manure, have the king pass by, raise his finger, stop his servants with slanted eyes under the jet-black fringe, arm them with pickaxes, they push away the manure, hook my knees, brain the rats between my thighs ; make me rot in some deserted country peopled by vile slaves, every night the young masters of the sea come down, hide in the bushes, harpoon the slaves' families, burn their huts, ravage their fields ; then they return to their boats, wake up the oarsmen, gorge them with heavy retsina wine and make fun of them staggering on the banquet stage and feeling each other to ride on their backs. A god that is no god, but a smile of stone, wakes me up, gathers my rotten limbs. Once I left Madame's place, I became a slave ; I used to meet V\'eronique and Xaintrailles who were slaves in the lower city, at night for the boats arriving loaded with spiders, crabs, red mullets ; V\'eronique belongs to the Cooperative, she lifts crates of fish, her forehead, her hands are bloody, sailors stroke her overcoat and underneath, her soaked shorts, dry only on the cunt ; she falls on the crates ; in the warehouse, with the light coming from outside, a sailor lays her on the big fish and his hand smeared with gall --- he comes out of the ship's hold, he has brained the fish and chopped their head off --- his tough hand sinks under the shorts, pinches the cunt, smears it with gall ; a child strikes the pane with his satchel ; V\'eronique above the sailor's shoulder gazes at the nets and sails shivering in the moonlight ; she reads a hundred times the number painted on the ship's bow ; the sailor penetrates her, smashes her forehead, between the eyes, with his closed fist ; blood rises to V\'eronique's eyes ; the sailor, excited by the smell of blood rising, crushes V\'eronique's breasts ; a fish-hook hanging from his jacket pierces V\'eronique's overcoat, pricks the breast ; she screams, the sailor gets up again, his cock, softened, drags a few seconds on a fish fin ; he gets up, he pushes, with his foot, V\'eronique under the fish ; wounded, she stays lying there until dawn ; Xaintrailles, his belly girded in a piece of cloth, wanders from one sleazy bar to another, he squats down under the counter, under the tables, he cleans the spitoons, picks up the cigarette butts ; the men sitting at the tables push him, he falls, mouth crushed on the spitoon ; in the casinos, he threads his way between the players' legs ; women, a giant cigarette holder between their fingers, lift up his chin ; waiters gag him with his soiled cloth, they steal from him the cigarette butts swelling the pocket of his jeans ; in the evening, in front of the social commissioner, he trembles, he expects the whip, he raises his arms, the social commissioner goes through his pockets, takes out the tobacco, pours it in a money box~: For our old citizens. The commissioner taps on Xaintrailles' hip~: \speech{Now, to the kennel.} -Xaintrailles moves back towards the door, he goes into the garden, walks to the kennel on all fours, he crawls under the fence ; the dogs, awake, mating, growl ; their warm breath runs on his shoulders ; he slides into the hole of the dog keeper ; that one, drunk, is lying across the door frame ; Xaintrailles steps over the body, he blows out the candle and lies on the paillasse ; in the middle of the night, the keeper wakes him up : \speech{They send me tomorrow to military training, they will send us to the armies, ten State slaves to one free man. I'm leaving this morning. They place us on second line of battle. Impossible to move back, or escape. Don't fall asleep, look at me, talk to me. My wife and children are scattered in the city. Last night the social commissioner's children forced me to drink, I was vomiting on the irises, they were tightly blocking the hole entrance, pushing me back. I saw one of my children passing in the alley, he was pulling a cartload of manure, his thin shoulders bare, hollowed, blackened by the pole\ldots} +Xaintrailles moves back towards the door, he goes into the garden, walks to the kennel on all fours, he crawls under the fence ; the dogs, awake, mating, growl ; their warm breath runs on his shoulders ; he slides into the hole of the dog keeper ; that one, drunk, is lying across the door frame ; Xaintrailles steps over the body, he blows out the candle and lies on the paillasse ; in the middle of the night, the keeper wakes him up~: \speech{They send me tomorrow to military training, they will send us to the armies, ten State slaves to one free man. I'm leaving this morning. They place us on second line of battle. Impossible to move back, or escape. Don't fall asleep, look at me, talk to me. My wife and children are scattered in the city. Last night the social commissioner's children forced me to drink, I was vomiting on the irises, they were tightly blocking the hole entrance, pushing me back. I saw one of my children passing in the alley, he was pulling a cartload of manure, his thin shoulders bare, hollowed, blackened by the pole\ldots} The dogs howl, the weapons clink in the darkness of dawn. I, Thivai, third son of the wind, I work at the civilian post office, I sort the letters, my foot chained to the table ; since dawn, standing, in the corner of the central room ; the free men dispatch the telegrams ; the silver ring on my lips is bleeding, my legs are unsteady, blood bursts ; at noon, a young woman employee, a free one, brings a mess tin in which are mixed bread, half-cooked meat, barley grains and biscuit ; she lays it on the tiled floor, I squat down, I eat ; she remains standing, then she sits on the table corner~: @@ -4650,15 +4650,15 @@ She lifts her dress, puts her finger on her knee striped with scars. --- I had a mistress who'd make me walk on my knees over fragments of glass. She used to give me to her lovers, so that they'd continue coming to her place. -She opens the top of her dress : on her shoulders, on her throat, on the top of the breasts, teeth marks. +She opens the top of her dress~: on her shoulders, on her throat, on the top of the breasts, teeth marks. --- This morning they took a thousand newborn children in the slaves' families, for the hounds leaving tonight on operations ; the kennel and all around, it's full of blood and shreds ; the earth is red, the air is red. They'll take away the slaves' food to feed the soldiers and the hounds ; the slaves will eat weeds and mushrooms from the woods. You have a wound on the nape, shall I bandage it~? ---- No, they'd tear off the bandage. It's the commissioner : this morning, while shaving his beard ; I was late in bringing him the hot water basin. +--- No, they'd tear off the bandage. It's the commissioner~: this morning, while shaving his beard ; I was late in bringing him the hot water basin. --- When you'll be free, your scars will have healed and you'll forget the blows. I have a small room on the other side of the harbour. My brother's still a slave, I work for his freedom. I haven't seen his bare face for four years ; he works in the coal mines, his body is always black, his eyes bite ; when beaten, they shed a black blood. Eat, don't look at me, don't smile at me. -I eat, I look at what I'm eating, I'm not allowed to look at life, at the free animals ; if I stare at a free man in the eye, I'm beaten 'til blood runs and that free man can make me die with one kick ; every night my shoulders swell ; I sleep in the post van ; the telegraphists tear up the letters, they accuse me, they pull photos of naked women from their pockets, they rub my lips with them, I remain silent, I don't move, they knock me down on the letter sacks, they rub the photos against my jeans, over my cock ; they pinch the ring on my lips, they pull it, blood gushes out on their hands, they hit me, they roll my head in the bloodstained letters, they escape, catch the girls in the alleys and drag them inside the wrecks, slit the throat of a fugitive slave whose solitary cry disturbs the bloody sleep of the slaves huddled standing in the warehouse and the sleepy player opens the casino window and yawns, his head bent over the shivering harbour. All the free women caress me coming out of the phone booths, their hand slips on my hip, they look up, their gaze moves up along my belly and my chest, they leave some short letters in my pocket : addresses, obscene words. In order to see me naked, whipped, see my sweat run, my blood, they inform against me. The priests talk to the slaves, they dress the wounds, they put the rebellion to sleep\ldots +I eat, I look at what I'm eating, I'm not allowed to look at life, at the free animals ; if I stare at a free man in the eye, I'm beaten 'til blood runs and that free man can make me die with one kick ; every night my shoulders swell ; I sleep in the post van ; the telegraphists tear up the letters, they accuse me, they pull photos of naked women from their pockets, they rub my lips with them, I remain silent, I don't move, they knock me down on the letter sacks, they rub the photos against my jeans, over my cock ; they pinch the ring on my lips, they pull it, blood gushes out on their hands, they hit me, they roll my head in the bloodstained letters, they escape, catch the girls in the alleys and drag them inside the wrecks, slit the throat of a fugitive slave whose solitary cry disturbs the bloody sleep of the slaves huddled standing in the warehouse and the sleepy player opens the casino window and yawns, his head bent over the shivering harbour. All the free women caress me coming out of the phone booths, their hand slips on my hip, they look up, their gaze moves up along my belly and my chest, they leave some short letters in my pocket~: addresses, obscene words. In order to see me naked, whipped, see my sweat run, my blood, they inform against me. The priests talk to the slaves, they dress the wounds, they put the rebellion to sleep\ldots The officer on duty pushes the cellar door. @@ -4678,17 +4678,17 @@ Soldiers are marching to fall in. Flags flap, shoes rub the earth ; then, the sh --- Let him first free Thivai, and we'll obey him. -The soldiers roll over on their beds ; on the ground, film magazine pages, crumpled, soiled : the sleepy soldiers, every afternoon, bring them back from the latrine ; the chief strokes the helmets hanging from the beds, he shakes the little transparent bags in which soldiers keep killed rebels' ears and fingers ; bed bugs, gorged with blood, fall from the upper beds and from the glossy hair ; soldiers, hand between the thighs and searching there dreamily, read with one hand raised. +The soldiers roll over on their beds ; on the ground, film magazine pages, crumpled, soiled~: the sleepy soldiers, every afternoon, bring them back from the latrine ; the chief strokes the helmets hanging from the beds, he shakes the little transparent bags in which soldiers keep killed rebels' ears and fingers ; bed bugs, gorged with blood, fall from the upper beds and from the glossy hair ; soldiers, hand between the thighs and searching there dreamily, read with one hand raised. ---- The general said : if they work quick, you'll take them to the beach at the end of the day. +--- The general said~: if they work quick, you'll take them to the beach at the end of the day. --- Bitch, bitch, woman pimp. Winnetou gets out of his bed, the chief grabs him by his belt~: ---- Tell them, you : \speech{The general needs you, he allows you to bathe in the sea tonight.} +--- Tell them, you~: \speech{The general needs you, he allows you to bathe in the sea tonight.} -Winnetou breaks away, he goes to search in his pack, under the rack, he takes out a still fresh skull : inside the hollows, between the joints, filaments of dried flesh. +Winnetou breaks away, he goes to search in his pack, under the rack, he takes out a still fresh skull~: inside the hollows, between the joints, filaments of dried flesh. Winnetou climbs on his mattress again, he lies down, he lays the skull on his belly, he turns it over, makes the jaws move, and, eyes half-shut, he raises the skull above his head, looks at it, shakes the jaw ; the chief slams the door ; the general is working in his office, signing death sentences, permissions to leave, intendance or operation reports, he phones homeland headquarters, listens to rumours on homeland radio, to the shouts, the curses of the radio operators, the noises of cooking and washing, over there~: @@ -4698,7 +4698,7 @@ Winnetou climbs on his mattress again, he lies down, he lays the skull on his be --- General, I warned the prisoner. ---- Wait a second, lieutenant ; is it the first time you're on duty here~? You've been told disgraceful things about me. The soldiers, tonight, in the watchtowers\ldots\ All of it is true, my hand is still crumpled from tonight's embraces, my mouth still bruised from kisses given and received. I'm not yielding to temptations ; by satisfying my desires, and the basest ones --- according to you ---, I cleanse my body of every surrender and every melancholy. On this devastated island, both rebels and forces of law and order have discovered the god's triple face : the rebels have grown weary of their revolution ; we of our repression ; our mechanical combat conceals an incurable weariness of the moral functions ; every one relapses into the strongest among his original vices ; his obsessive urge to satisfy it, awakens in him some new strengths, strengths of reason and not of feelings ; a man makes himself agreeable to his god only through his own vice. Come closer, is your mother still alive~? Almost all soldiers here are orphans ; there is no natural right ; and you cannot accuse me of cruelty. Forget your heart's affections ; love blood, the palpitation of a muscle, dream of a pebble, a fish-hook\ldots +--- Wait a second, lieutenant ; is it the first time you're on duty here~? You've been told disgraceful things about me. The soldiers, tonight, in the watchtowers\ldots\ All of it is true, my hand is still crumpled from tonight's embraces, my mouth still bruised from kisses given and received. I'm not yielding to temptations ; by satisfying my desires, and the basest ones --- according to you ---, I cleanse my body of every surrender and every melancholy. On this devastated island, both rebels and forces of law and order have discovered the god's triple face~: the rebels have grown weary of their revolution ; we of our repression ; our mechanical combat conceals an incurable weariness of the moral functions ; every one relapses into the strongest among his original vices ; his obsessive urge to satisfy it, awakens in him some new strengths, strengths of reason and not of feelings ; a man makes himself agreeable to his god only through his own vice. Come closer, is your mother still alive~? Almost all soldiers here are orphans ; there is no natural right ; and you cannot accuse me of cruelty. Forget your heart's affections ; love blood, the palpitation of a muscle, dream of a pebble, a fish-hook\ldots The lieutenant moves backwards toward the door, he salutes, he leaves. The sentry, before closing the door, waves his hand, the general smiles to him ; the lieutenant goes down the stairs ; the sentry enters the office again, the general takes him by the belt, he strokes his belly, the soldier lays his carbine on the desk, he moves towards the general, who takes him by the waist and makes him sit on his knees, kisses him on the mouth ; the soldier puts his arms around the general's neck~: @@ -4750,11 +4750,11 @@ Winnetou crushes a fish tin open on the stairs. The general grabs Thivai's head, Once the general has left, Winnetou pushes the gate, Thivai lies down on the camp bed, legs parted, dragging on both sides of the straw mattress ; on his chest, the general's saliva, the blood taken from under his gums and left by the general's lips, the wet shreds of the shirt. The general comes back at three, he knocks Thivai down, nails his hand to the wall, Thivai grows pale, chokes, his heart throbs under the shadow of the tormentor ; his cheeks, on which no tear ever ran, are burning. Thivai, released from the general's arms, collapses, unconscious ; the cool of evening awakens him, his head has stricken a stone protruding from the wall, his battledress is open, his cock covered with earth, his lips stuck by sperm ; he gets up, lies down on the bed. -\ldots\ I had no name. They used to call me Tooth ; Xaintrailles, Forehead, V\'eronique, Lip. Others, Hand, Belly, Shoulder, Nape, Eyelash, Cheek, Thigh, Knee, Navel, Foot. Depending on the part of the body touched by the buyer, as a sign of ownership. The social commissioner's children take me with them for a trip abroad. I prepare their hotel rooms, they wolf water melons, squatting on the white and burning sand, they throw me the rind ; without bed, without shelter, without warm clothes, I lie part of the night in the latrine, the streaming water refreshes my back ; I can't sleep in the car, it's closed ; on the beach, they throw pieces of cork and excite me by screaming and whistling, I run on all fours, I bite the cork, I bring it back at their feet ; they make me drunk with sour wine ; in the showers, on the stage, in front of the sea, I soap and rub their savage bodies from which come, for me, at any time, the weapons of death ; I kill the spiders in the latrine, before they come to sit there, I tear the paper and hold it out for them ; sitting inside the boot, my head striking the overflowing oil jerrycan, shaken by the road bumps and holes, I don't listen to their laughs, my ears hear, but neither my mind, nor my heart, nor my throat do stir. In a city called Thivai, but one of the boy was shouting : \speech{Thebes, Thebes, Thebes\ldots}, they set me free, I walk towards a fountain ; the sun is burning the wheatfields, I plunge my feet, my legs, in the icy water, a child turns round the road, his too short legs get caught in the bicycle chain, his thighs pistons, on both sides of the rusty frame, buzz like insect wings. I splash water on my knees, it wets the jeans tucked up to the knees. +\ldots\ I had no name. They used to call me Tooth ; Xaintrailles, Forehead, V\'eronique, Lip. Others, Hand, Belly, Shoulder, Nape, Eyelash, Cheek, Thigh, Knee, Navel, Foot. Depending on the part of the body touched by the buyer, as a sign of ownership. The social commissioner's children take me with them for a trip abroad. I prepare their hotel rooms, they wolf water melons, squatting on the white and burning sand, they throw me the rind ; without bed, without shelter, without warm clothes, I lie part of the night in the latrine, the streaming water refreshes my back ; I can't sleep in the car, it's closed ; on the beach, they throw pieces of cork and excite me by screaming and whistling, I run on all fours, I bite the cork, I bring it back at their feet ; they make me drunk with sour wine ; in the showers, on the stage, in front of the sea, I soap and rub their savage bodies from which come, for me, at any time, the weapons of death ; I kill the spiders in the latrine, before they come to sit there, I tear the paper and hold it out for them ; sitting inside the boot, my head striking the overflowing oil jerrycan, shaken by the road bumps and holes, I don't listen to their laughs, my ears hear, but neither my mind, nor my heart, nor my throat do stir. In a city called Thivai, but one of the boy was shouting~: \speech{Thebes, Thebes, Thebes\ldots}, they set me free, I walk towards a fountain ; the sun is burning the wheatfields, I plunge my feet, my legs, in the icy water, a child turns round the road, his too short legs get caught in the bicycle chain, his thighs pistons, on both sides of the rusty frame, buzz like insect wings. I splash water on my knees, it wets the jeans tucked up to the knees. -\ldots\ Three young women passed, wearing black veils, widows ; the mark of the ring on their lips ; a light wind raises their veils, they surround the fountain, I take some water in my hands, I plunge my face in it ; the drops sparkle on my close cropped hair ; a reaping machine flattens the grass, the air trembles above the engine : \speech{Tis efus brotaun~?} I keep silent, I stare at them : \speech{Ei gennaios, aus idonti, plain tou daimonos.} The warm and humming voice runs into my throat, it shrouds my heart. I place my hand against the ring on my lips ; they look down, their eyelashes, through the veil, covering the eye, like moths' wings. +\ldots\ Three young women passed, wearing black veils, widows ; the mark of the ring on their lips ; a light wind raises their veils, they surround the fountain, I take some water in my hands, I plunge my face in it ; the drops sparkle on my close cropped hair ; a reaping machine flattens the grass, the air trembles above the engine~: \speech{Tis efus brotaun~?} I keep silent, I stare at them~: \speech{Ei gennaios, aus idonti, plain tou daimonos.} The warm and humming voice runs into my throat, it shrouds my heart. I place my hand against the ring on my lips ; they look down, their eyelashes, through the veil, covering the eye, like moths' wings. -The tallest of the three moves her hand forward, strokes my wet and sparkling head, the young masters are asleep in the car, head leaning against the window ; the girl, her dress tucked up on her thighs, her mouth half-open and her fair hair stuck to the lips. The young woman's hand covers my ear : \speech{Esklavos~?} Her mouth swoops down, darkens my face, her mouth settles, opens and shuts itself on my ring, her hands pressing my shoulders : \speech{Kaci.} --- On the fountain edge, a bird injured by the bicycle's wheel is struggling in the mud ; one of the women squats down, takes the bird, washes his feathers in the fountain ; when she gets up again, the black material on her shoulder brushes my elbow, burns it ; the river rolls among the wheat, pebbles roll, it flows through, it pierces the fields, the hills of the sun, its water rolls on a bed of fire, it's the earth shining high in the sky ; the women move away ; a stone rolls on my foot, one of the boys, his leg out of the car, thrusts his hand back in his pocket, the other one takes the steering wheel ; I run, I crouch down inside the boot ; the young girl wakes up ; I can smell the river, I hear her voice, her joy, at approaching the estuary~: +The tallest of the three moves her hand forward, strokes my wet and sparkling head, the young masters are asleep in the car, head leaning against the window ; the girl, her dress tucked up on her thighs, her mouth half-open and her fair hair stuck to the lips. The young woman's hand covers my ear~: \speech{Esklavos~?} Her mouth swoops down, darkens my face, her mouth settles, opens and shuts itself on my ring, her hands pressing my shoulders~: \speech{Kaci.} --- On the fountain edge, a bird injured by the bicycle's wheel is struggling in the mud ; one of the women squats down, takes the bird, washes his feathers in the fountain ; when she gets up again, the black material on her shoulder brushes my elbow, burns it ; the river rolls among the wheat, pebbles roll, it flows through, it pierces the fields, the hills of the sun, its water rolls on a bed of fire, it's the earth shining high in the sky ; the women move away ; a stone rolls on my foot, one of the boys, his leg out of the car, thrusts his hand back in his pocket, the other one takes the steering wheel ; I run, I crouch down inside the boot ; the young girl wakes up ; I can smell the river, I hear her voice, her joy, at approaching the estuary~: --- I dislike that watery cool rising from the boot, and running on my shoulders. @@ -4777,11 +4777,11 @@ She screams, a breath of wild mint, from the ditch where the shepherd is singing \ldots\ A boy takes the young girl's head on his chest, he strokes it, he kisses the hair wet with cold sweat ; the car dashes forward through the wheat's prickly dust ; at the river bank, it stops, the boys open the boot, pull me out, me screaming, crying, they throw me on the road ; the fresh air, the spray, the scent of rotten wheat, choke, wet my cry ; in the morning, body smeared with dew and bird droppings, torso and legs covered with trails of worms and slugs, I get up, I drag myself along, I fall, I crawl towards the river, waders walk along the surf, I sleep all day in the sludge ; in the evening, ravenous, I lie in wait for the waders, I look for the frailest, I see him, I grab its leg, I snap it with one single twist of the wrist, I lay the bird on the sludge, I strangle it, its legs, its beak claw my skull, I tear away the feathers from the neck and breast, the down blinds my eyes, I draw the breast to my mouth and I bite it, I tear it ; the sludge, stirred, swallows blood and feathers, my mouth, my nostrils, my whole face plunges in the slashed flesh ; at the end, in the bloody darkness, the heart is beating, I see it beat with my blood-shot eyes, I bite it, it beats against my teeth, I pierce it, blood gushes out under my tongue ; flesh makes a grinding sound between my teeth ; the bird's head jumps in the sludge, the beak cracks, the eyes mist over ; I fall asleep, my head buried in the warm blood. In the morning, I tear the ring from my lip, I throw it with the piece of flesh it encircled, in the river, a soaring wader dives, swallows the ring ; I wash myself in the river, the wound on my lip burns like an ember ; lying in the ditch, warmed up by the breath of the wheat, I drink my blood\ldots The general comes for the third time, he sets Thivai on his feet again, he makes him lie on the camp bed, he strokes him. ---- \speech{I free V\'eronique and Xaintrailles, they tear off their ring. I enter the civilian post office, I sleep in the small room on the other side of the harbour, I enter the civilian post office, I grab Bi\'etrix by the waist, she kisses my mutilated lip, every evening she bathes it with soft herbs, she picks for me some fine shells, I am lying in wax and starch, she comes back, she uncovers my cock, she bandages it with a wet piece of linen, she fondles my balls, I eat the plate of shells, they're fuming. Bi\'etrix supports me by the shoulders ; when we kiss, our wounds touch each other, tears flow from our eyes, at night she lies next to me, she puts me to sleep with her fresh caresses, she opens my pyjamas, her fingers unfasten the bandage around my cock ; her breasts tremble like milk in the shadow of the sheets, I touch them, I lay my scented lips on them, my nostrils linger between the breasts, my tongue comes out of my mouth, licks the down, flattens it, my saliva bubbles on the nipple, my teeth pinch it, my lips suck the edge ; my saliva streams on the breast, Bi\'etrix's hand lifts it towards my mouth that takes it again : my body rolls on you, the wet linen covers my cock and separates it from your cunt, you croon under me, I rub your little frozen feet between my hands ; in the middle of the night, I do not know you yet, and you haven't opened your eyes ; the harbour lights slide on my back, on your breasts, when I withdraw on your knees ; I uncover your cunt, I throw the linen at the end of the bed, I kiss the warm swell of your cunt, I blow on it my breath of son of the wind, you groan, you spread your thighs and between them I plunge my free man's growing hair, they squeeze my cheeks, on my eyes rises the acid freshness of your cunt-juice that wets the lips of your little buried secret mouth ; I laugh, each time my nostrils brush the curly tufts of your hair. Bi\'etrix, Bi\'etrix, Bi\'etrix, pull out the cry from my throat, knead my heart, love me, so that I scream at last, so that men can hear my cry and no more will I be alone or the deserted sea or the pebble. +--- \speech{I free V\'eronique and Xaintrailles, they tear off their ring. I enter the civilian post office, I sleep in the small room on the other side of the harbour, I enter the civilian post office, I grab Bi\'etrix by the waist, she kisses my mutilated lip, every evening she bathes it with soft herbs, she picks for me some fine shells, I am lying in wax and starch, she comes back, she uncovers my cock, she bandages it with a wet piece of linen, she fondles my balls, I eat the plate of shells, they're fuming. Bi\'etrix supports me by the shoulders ; when we kiss, our wounds touch each other, tears flow from our eyes, at night she lies next to me, she puts me to sleep with her fresh caresses, she opens my pyjamas, her fingers unfasten the bandage around my cock ; her breasts tremble like milk in the shadow of the sheets, I touch them, I lay my scented lips on them, my nostrils linger between the breasts, my tongue comes out of my mouth, licks the down, flattens it, my saliva bubbles on the nipple, my teeth pinch it, my lips suck the edge ; my saliva streams on the breast, Bi\'etrix's hand lifts it towards my mouth that takes it again~: my body rolls on you, the wet linen covers my cock and separates it from your cunt, you croon under me, I rub your little frozen feet between my hands ; in the middle of the night, I do not know you yet, and you haven't opened your eyes ; the harbour lights slide on my back, on your breasts, when I withdraw on your knees ; I uncover your cunt, I throw the linen at the end of the bed, I kiss the warm swell of your cunt, I blow on it my breath of son of the wind, you groan, you spread your thighs and between them I plunge my free man's growing hair, they squeeze my cheeks, on my eyes rises the acid freshness of your cunt-juice that wets the lips of your little buried secret mouth ; I laugh, each time my nostrils brush the curly tufts of your hair. Bi\'etrix, Bi\'etrix, Bi\'etrix, pull out the cry from my throat, knead my heart, love me, so that I scream at last, so that men can hear my cry and no more will I be alone or the deserted sea or the pebble. Squeeze me, make the blood flow from my wounds, from my desires, from the rents in my life, in my eyes, in my sight, harden my legs, my arms, my lips ; I alone among the living nature, I dream ; touch my veins, so that they may be loved, recognized, desired by your hands, by your lips. Desire me, desire me, eat me~! Feel hunger for my flesh, thirst for my blood, take my body, slit its throat open, tear it to pieces and after devouring it, feel regret and desire, and eat me to eat me again. Your head tears under my teeth like a large flower with its calyx closed. Soft blades of grass, pinion my cock, hold the sperm back, the furious semen that would burn the whole of you alive. Sleep, my semen held back above your belly, sleep, smile, sleep under the arch of my thighs ; my eyes dream on your quivering breasts. Sleep without fear, stark naked, in my shadow, under my eyes and my formerly cruel and perverted fingers, in the new smell of my body, in the shudder of my despair, sleep under me, your sky with clouds and stars of saliva and blood. In your sleep, listen to its gods of sperm call for your dormant semen\ldots} -During the night, the drunken commandos, set against Thivai by their idle chiefs and hoping for their love, drag themselves along towards the cellar where Thivai, locked up inside, has trouble finding sleep. Their feet appear at the basement window, dust fumes in the moonlight, Thivai wakes up with a start, he is naked, lying on his belly ; a stone strikes his foot, Thivai turns back, he sees the shoes rubbing the ground, the commandos come down the small staircase : \speech{He's locked in. Wait, here's the watch patrol. We'll go in with them.} +During the night, the drunken commandos, set against Thivai by their idle chiefs and hoping for their love, drag themselves along towards the cellar where Thivai, locked up inside, has trouble finding sleep. Their feet appear at the basement window, dust fumes in the moonlight, Thivai wakes up with a start, he is naked, lying on his belly ; a stone strikes his foot, Thivai turns back, he sees the shoes rubbing the ground, the commandos come down the small staircase~: \speech{He's locked in. Wait, here's the watch patrol. We'll go in with them.} Thivai springs to his feet, he hides in the cellar's darkest corner, he tries to muffle his heavy breathing, his belly quivers in the moonlight, the commandos stamp their feet, the patrol arrives, the lamp lights the basement window ; the sergeant is holding it, he lights up the commandos leaning against the wall~: @@ -4804,7 +4804,7 @@ With every word, blood gushes out and fills the mouth ; Virido licks the blood o The commandos throw themselves on Thivai, they bite him with their mouths soiled with wine vomit ; they pierce him on his entire body, they slash his navel, the inside of his hands ; Thivai, fallen at the foot of the wall, his head striking the crumbled batteries at each stab of knife or tooth ; the commandos pierce the earth, their knives get chipped on the wall, cut the batteries' green wax ; Thivai, his eyes covered with blood, lets himself be pierced ; a knife clutched by a tender hand, colour of milk, and freckled, tears his cheek. -His eyes gouged out by the knife spatter ; the blade tears the membrane and the nerve in the socket ; the sergeant, rising on one elbow, yells, holding out the lamp with his raised arm ; a commando turns back, and with one thrust of the dagger, he chops off the hand, the lamp breaks on the camp bed's joint ; the commando goes back to Thivai's body ; blood veils their eyes, they pierce, blinded, they pull the shreds, the nerves, the earth appears at the bottom of Thivai's slashed stomach ; the hand of dead Thivai, holds Dafni's arm : the sergeant rubs his cut off hand against his chest, the mutilated arm burns, the sentries run towards the cellar ; the commandos, head buried in Thivai's stomach, tear, with their teeth, the shreds, wrap them around their head, around their wrists ; the knives drowned in flesh, sparkle when a soldier moves his hands in the red pulp ; only the scar on Thivai's lip remains untouched ; the nostrils curled up, the eyelashes torn off, the belly eviscerated, perforated as far as the bladder, the penis tucked up, the testicles pierced, the thighs skinned, the knees smashed by kicks ; the feet's phalanxes torn, the hands cut to shreds\ldots +His eyes gouged out by the knife spatter ; the blade tears the membrane and the nerve in the socket ; the sergeant, rising on one elbow, yells, holding out the lamp with his raised arm ; a commando turns back, and with one thrust of the dagger, he chops off the hand, the lamp breaks on the camp bed's joint ; the commando goes back to Thivai's body ; blood veils their eyes, they pierce, blinded, they pull the shreds, the nerves, the earth appears at the bottom of Thivai's slashed stomach ; the hand of dead Thivai, holds Dafni's arm~: the sergeant rubs his cut off hand against his chest, the mutilated arm burns, the sentries run towards the cellar ; the commandos, head buried in Thivai's stomach, tear, with their teeth, the shreds, wrap them around their head, around their wrists ; the knives drowned in flesh, sparkle when a soldier moves his hands in the red pulp ; only the scar on Thivai's lip remains untouched ; the nostrils curled up, the eyelashes torn off, the belly eviscerated, perforated as far as the bladder, the penis tucked up, the testicles pierced, the thighs skinned, the knees smashed by kicks ; the feet's phalanxes torn, the hands cut to shreds\ldots {\sloppy With the sentries approaching, the commandos, crouching, growl, their chest bloody ; the sentries surround them, threaten them with their sten guns, two sentries lift up the sergeant, who has a broken spinal column and a mutilated arm ; the commandos collapse over Thivai's remains, their hands on their heads, they vomit, their back jumps, the raised dust falls back, blood-coloured. Outside, white cocks come out of the hedges, run towards the river to fight with the waders, waiting for dawn, in the mud marked by savage or amorous flights.\par} @@ -4816,7 +4816,7 @@ Children run in pyjamas, rub themselves against the furs, the feathers, raise th The children staying in the houses drag their parents' clothes, put them on and hug each other on the beds. -The youths meet outside the city, in an abandoned palace : the Royal Inamenas ; cars, bicycles, motorbikes, drive along the sea front boulevard, beggars and famished children, squatting on the motorway, fascinated by the headlights, let themselves be hit by the bumpers, squashed by the wheels. The Royal Inamenas, built at the far end of Iguider valley, a deserted valley opening onto the sea, comprises eight hundred and fifty apartments, fifty-five interior staircases, thirty exterior ones, seventy elevators, thirteen halls, a hundred meter-long swimming pool, covered up, heated, paved with marble and tiled with blue ceramic, a gymnasium, a theatre. +The youths meet outside the city, in an abandoned palace~: the Royal Inamenas ; cars, bicycles, motorbikes, drive along the sea front boulevard, beggars and famished children, squatting on the motorway, fascinated by the headlights, let themselves be hit by the bumpers, squashed by the wheels. The Royal Inamenas, built at the far end of Iguider valley, a deserted valley opening onto the sea, comprises eight hundred and fifty apartments, fifty-five interior staircases, thirty exterior ones, seventy elevators, thirteen halls, a hundred meter-long swimming pool, covered up, heated, paved with marble and tiled with blue ceramic, a gymnasium, a theatre. The youths, some of whom have brought the maids of their younger brothers, climb the entrance steps, push the door of green bronze, part company inside the great entrance hall ; the old woman, janitor of those semi-ruins, leans from the corbelling of the main staircase: @@ -4830,13 +4830,13 @@ One boy blinds her with his hands ; another ransacks her miserable hut put up on The boys run away, they leap in the staircases, in the corridors, they release the elevators, they let go, the elevators fall through the cages, the hall trembles ; the old woman yells, a boy hooks a chandelier with a pole, he draws it towards him, then he lets go, he throws it at the old woman, the crystal balls roll on the old woman's shoulders, she topples among the charred rags. -The girls, quivering, hiding behind the doors, hold their breath, the boys advance in the corridors on tiptoe ; when they see a girl, they attack her, they fight to undress her ; the maidservants walk up to the last floors, lie all dressed on the sofas, in the crumbled rooms, wait often until dawn and in the cool, for a boy to find and undress them ; couples make love in marble bathtubs striped with inscriptions of death or sex ; a boy brings, folding it, a green tree branch inside the room, and naked, rides it passionately, then comes back to roll over the girl and make her smell the sap between his thighs and crunch the ants blackening his cock. Water doesn't come to the taps any more ; couples in the midst of orgasm, get up and run after each other in the corridor, sperm and semen streaming on their thighs ; a boy coming out of a room, takes the girl thus prepared and carries her to the bed, from which he chases the girl by him prepared : she dashes into the corridor where a boy with a dripping cock catches her and knocks her down under him, on the powdery floor covered with dead and dried up insects ; a group of girls and boys goes down to the swimming pool, they lie on the tiles, they fling themselves, they crawl, they swim one upon each other ; the last ones dive on the naked, piled up bodies ; those who, drained of their semen and of their blood, feel the cold seize their limbs, come, slowly, their knees trembling and bending, to the edge of the pool, they go down, tread on the bodies, push them aside, and lie between the bodies, rubbing themselves against them and groaning and slobbering like children seized by the warmth of the bed and of first desires ; on the walls of the pool lit up by the egg-coloured light of dawn, obscene inscriptions and drawings : mossy cannons, open almonds, a woman mounted by a dog, a woman mounted by a donkey and pulling his ears while he penetrates her, men mounting each other, women caressing each other, genitals of mating men and women seen from underneath, a man's cock bitten and swallowed by a woman's mouth, a man's head seen from the back, buried between a woman's thighs, women passing a rope between their thighs\ldots\ The maidservants, neglected, are sleeping on the upper floors. +The girls, quivering, hiding behind the doors, hold their breath, the boys advance in the corridors on tiptoe ; when they see a girl, they attack her, they fight to undress her ; the maidservants walk up to the last floors, lie all dressed on the sofas, in the crumbled rooms, wait often until dawn and in the cool, for a boy to find and undress them ; couples make love in marble bathtubs striped with inscriptions of death or sex ; a boy brings, folding it, a green tree branch inside the room, and naked, rides it passionately, then comes back to roll over the girl and make her smell the sap between his thighs and crunch the ants blackening his cock. Water doesn't come to the taps any more ; couples in the midst of orgasm, get up and run after each other in the corridor, sperm and semen streaming on their thighs ; a boy coming out of a room, takes the girl thus prepared and carries her to the bed, from which he chases the girl by him prepared~: she dashes into the corridor where a boy with a dripping cock catches her and knocks her down under him, on the powdery floor covered with dead and dried up insects ; a group of girls and boys goes down to the swimming pool, they lie on the tiles, they fling themselves, they crawl, they swim one upon each other ; the last ones dive on the naked, piled up bodies ; those who, drained of their semen and of their blood, feel the cold seize their limbs, come, slowly, their knees trembling and bending, to the edge of the pool, they go down, tread on the bodies, push them aside, and lie between the bodies, rubbing themselves against them and groaning and slobbering like children seized by the warmth of the bed and of first desires ; on the walls of the pool lit up by the egg-coloured light of dawn, obscene inscriptions and drawings~: mossy cannons, open almonds, a woman mounted by a dog, a woman mounted by a donkey and pulling his ears while he penetrates her, men mounting each other, women caressing each other, genitals of mating men and women seen from underneath, a man's cock bitten and swallowed by a woman's mouth, a man's head seen from the back, buried between a woman's thighs, women passing a rope between their thighs\ldots\ The maidservants, neglected, are sleeping on the upper floors. The first boys to awaken go out into the park ; the grass blades heavy with dew wet their bare legs ; they pick acid blackberries, eat them in the hollow of their hand ; they go upstairs, they look for their clothes. -The old woman gets up again, puts her chin on the corbelling ; the boys come down again, fully dressed, holding on their arms the dresses of the girls, who wake up at the bottom of the pool, shiver, whimper, rub themselves against each other ; the boys throw them their dresses ; some boys, their desire rising again, run up to the upper floors, they leap up the stairs over the broken steps, slip, their feet get caught in the carpet shreds ; the boys look for the maidservants : they will get the cruelest embraces, the colourless and burning sperm, the saliva tasting of blood ; all around, on the walls, shreds of tapestries, on the floor, shreds of carpets are flapping, lifted by the breeze. +The old woman gets up again, puts her chin on the corbelling ; the boys come down again, fully dressed, holding on their arms the dresses of the girls, who wake up at the bottom of the pool, shiver, whimper, rub themselves against each other ; the boys throw them their dresses ; some boys, their desire rising again, run up to the upper floors, they leap up the stairs over the broken steps, slip, their feet get caught in the carpet shreds ; the boys look for the maidservants~: they will get the cruelest embraces, the colourless and burning sperm, the saliva tasting of blood ; all around, on the walls, shreds of tapestries, on the floor, shreds of carpets are flapping, lifted by the breeze. -Pulled out cf bed, the maidservants, all dressed again, come down : blouses, bodices, wet by sweat and saliva, stretched by suspended desire, get torn under the boys' light strokes ; all return to the cars, motorbikes, bicycles, covered with dew and bird droppings ; crushed on the saddle, the boys' and girls' sex organs burn ; along the sea, spray flies over the surf, splashes the window panes and the cheeks. All enter the sleeping city ; sentries walk to-and-fro in the watchtowers ; motorbikes, cars, bicycles pierce the dreams, reap the grass flattened on the road by the morning dew. +Pulled out cf bed, the maidservants, all dressed again, come down~: blouses, bodices, wet by sweat and saliva, stretched by suspended desire, get torn under the boys' light strokes ; all return to the cars, motorbikes, bicycles, covered with dew and bird droppings ; crushed on the saddle, the boys' and girls' sex organs burn ; along the sea, spray flies over the surf, splashes the window panes and the cheeks. All enter the sleeping city ; sentries walk to-and-fro in the watchtowers ; motorbikes, cars, bicycles pierce the dreams, reap the grass flattened on the road by the morning dew. The youths hug each other before their houses, then go inside. @@ -4860,7 +4860,7 @@ Fabienne's hand moves up along the hip, strokes the thigh, sinks under the pants The boy kisses that face, those beams, that milk, those ants, his lips suck in that transparency ; his hand pulls off the underpants that slide between his cock and Fabienne's cunt ; the young girl pulls at it ; the boy with his knee, makes it slide as far as his foot ; the boy takes Fabienne's head, shakes it, the hair rolls, unfurls on the pillow ; in the room next door the girls are talking to the maidservants ; when the servants bite the thread between their teeth, to cut it, the thimble chinks against the ring on their lip. Saint-Gall licks the hair, on both sides of Fabienne's head, the hair gets stuck to his lips~: ---- Sometimes I think of my mother, only she could warm me up, give me back the light ; but her memory has vanished. Serge, my brother, he screams in front of the sea ; covered with sand, he and Emilienne, they live in a little hut on the beach, they don't eat, they don't sleep, they embrace each other day and night, not to die. The children and the soldiers stay away from them ; they live naked ; Emilienne's hair sticks out of the sand like a tuft of seaweed, both naked, mixed with shreds of jeans, of panties, of dress, of bra, of blouse, bound by the slashed leather. My father continues to live up there ; as for me, I go from one house to another, wherever the boys drag me to. Loveless, hatredless, heartless, tearless, roving around the brothels, have I the strength to live solely by my body ; too many gentle hands have stroked my body ; with you it is still the heart. The brothel is the only place to live in, and I can't enter there. What a pity I wasn't born a whore. With Serge we played : he the client, I the whore. +--- Sometimes I think of my mother, only she could warm me up, give me back the light ; but her memory has vanished. Serge, my brother, he screams in front of the sea ; covered with sand, he and Emilienne, they live in a little hut on the beach, they don't eat, they don't sleep, they embrace each other day and night, not to die. The children and the soldiers stay away from them ; they live naked ; Emilienne's hair sticks out of the sand like a tuft of seaweed, both naked, mixed with shreds of jeans, of panties, of dress, of bra, of blouse, bound by the slashed leather. My father continues to live up there ; as for me, I go from one house to another, wherever the boys drag me to. Loveless, hatredless, heartless, tearless, roving around the brothels, have I the strength to live solely by my body ; too many gentle hands have stroked my body ; with you it is still the heart. The brothel is the only place to live in, and I can't enter there. What a pity I wasn't born a whore. With Serge we played~: he the client, I the whore. He, so chaste then, he'd grab me by the waist, he pulled my hair back, he pushed, he rubbed his knee between my thighs, he knocked me over, he undressed me and had me undress him ; he so chaste, he knew all the positions of love, he invented them on my resolutely unconcerned body, he pushed like a kid, he got mixed between my legs, his nostrils got flattened on my cheeks, on my belly ; his tongue, while licking my cunt got pinched between his teeth ; I laughed at his little cries, his little belches. @@ -4884,19 +4884,19 @@ Rebels' and sailors' muffled cries, the crumbling of froth on the ship's sides ; The boy's hand strokes B\'eja's battledress, on the chest ; the child touches the pockets, the epaulets ; the strength, the loneliness of that tall body makes his hand quiver. B\'eja gets up again, strokes the boy's glossy hair ; a large sea bird crosses the porthole, the breath from his wings flattens the down on the child's nape ; B\'eja's knees make a cracking sound ; B\'eja, dazzled, sits on the leather bench, the boy goes out, comes back with a glass of fresh water, he gives it to B\'eja who gulps it down, under the child's dark gaze. -The boat takes B\'eja back to the beach ; the unloading is done, the equipment --- including the small helicopters taken to pieces --- is hauled towards the top of the mountain. At the command post, the radio operator is puzzled --- the rebel, in the coastal post, handles the night messages, but the command post operator doesn't recognize his isolated comrade's ways --- he warns the general, a plane takes off, flies over the post, the airmen, with binoculars and searchlights, examine the illuminated site, they see the tracks made by the equipment on the beach, on the way to the cliff ; they fly over the post with its smashed searchlights, the radio operator, from the plane, calls the post : the rebels have fled, dawn appears on the side of the sea ; the plane rumbles, vibrates in the cold beams, the airmen pull up their battledress collar ; the plane returns to Inamenas ; a helicopter takes off, lands behind the post, on the DZ platform recently dug out by the post's soldiers ; the airmen, weapon in hand, jump from the plane ; a commando platoon moves towards the post ; the soldiers enter ; the watchtower's main searchlight rolls on its frame, creaks above their heads, the soldiers discover the bodies, the wounded, the dead, whose open throat slides in the beams ; the commando platoon occupies the post, the plane carries away the wounded, the dying ; one of those, caught in his sleep, is only wearing bloodstained underpants of black cotton ; his head rolls on the leather of the seat, blood spurts out of his torn throat ; thighs lacerated by the rebels' nails ; mouth swollen with blood ; at the corner of the lips, under the blood, the crust of night slobber ; the airmen look away ; flies, having entered the helicopter, while still on the ground, through the doors open under the propeller, vibrate around the bodies, sink at the corner of the lips, their fat white ass dragging on the down, on the transparent eyelids, in the sparkling of dawn ; a rattling noise rises, then others, the lips move, speak, blood smacks inside the mouths, the helicopter lands, the general stands waiting on the platform ; the hangar's large metal panels glitter in the rising sun. +The boat takes B\'eja back to the beach ; the unloading is done, the equipment --- including the small helicopters taken to pieces --- is hauled towards the top of the mountain. At the command post, the radio operator is puzzled --- the rebel, in the coastal post, handles the night messages, but the command post operator doesn't recognize his isolated comrade's ways --- he warns the general, a plane takes off, flies over the post, the airmen, with binoculars and searchlights, examine the illuminated site, they see the tracks made by the equipment on the beach, on the way to the cliff ; they fly over the post with its smashed searchlights, the radio operator, from the plane, calls the post~: the rebels have fled, dawn appears on the side of the sea ; the plane rumbles, vibrates in the cold beams, the airmen pull up their battledress collar ; the plane returns to Inamenas ; a helicopter takes off, lands behind the post, on the DZ platform recently dug out by the post's soldiers ; the airmen, weapon in hand, jump from the plane ; a commando platoon moves towards the post ; the soldiers enter ; the watchtower's main searchlight rolls on its frame, creaks above their heads, the soldiers discover the bodies, the wounded, the dead, whose open throat slides in the beams ; the commando platoon occupies the post, the plane carries away the wounded, the dying ; one of those, caught in his sleep, is only wearing bloodstained underpants of black cotton ; his head rolls on the leather of the seat, blood spurts out of his torn throat ; thighs lacerated by the rebels' nails ; mouth swollen with blood ; at the corner of the lips, under the blood, the crust of night slobber ; the airmen look away ; flies, having entered the helicopter, while still on the ground, through the doors open under the propeller, vibrate around the bodies, sink at the corner of the lips, their fat white ass dragging on the down, on the transparent eyelids, in the sparkling of dawn ; a rattling noise rises, then others, the lips move, speak, blood smacks inside the mouths, the helicopter lands, the general stands waiting on the platform ; the hangar's large metal panels glitter in the rising sun. The airmen lift the bodies ; the medical orderlies run with the stretchers, the bodies slide on the stretchers. The general comes closer, he looks at the injuries, the wounds, his eyes caress the naked, or half-naked, bodies, his hands are trembling inside his pockets ; blood shines on the black underpants of the slaughtered soldier, the general moves his hand forward, dips it in the blood, the sun strikes his forehead like a fist ; the body passes under his hand ; an abrupt movement of the stretcher bearers shakes the dead man's penis, under the underpants ; the general, his hand all bloody, follows the stretcher as far as the infirmary. The command post's soldiers, awake since the middle of the night, warm themselves in the sun, sitting on the ground, their back to the barracks ; they see the general, their eyes close, they smile, little crocodiles in the sun ; the general enters the infirmary, following the stretcher ; the medical orderlies lay down the stretcher in a small room, white and bare. -They leave, the general comes closer to the dead body, he touches with his bloody hand, the soldier's belly, then his pants, and through the fabric, the softened cock, his hand covers the bloody fabric, sinks between the thighs ; reddened up to the wrist, his hand comes out, comes back on the cock, the general lifts the pants with the tip of his fingers, looks underneath : black mass of flesh, hair, blood, the general lets go of the pants, his fingers sink again between the thighs, press on the cock, blood spurts, runs out of the pants along the thigh and on the belly, as far as the navel, the general bends down, he licks that blood, his fingers enter between the buttocks, lift the testicles ; he rubs his belly and his cock against the joint of the stretcher ; sunbeams run on the tiled floor, little purple birds sing on the half-opened small windows in the roof ; the general withdraws his hand, slips it under the underpants, stretches it with one finger lifting the fabric and his tongue licks the spot of the cloth thus stretched. +They leave, the general comes closer to the dead body, he touches with his bloody hand, the soldier's belly, then his pants, and through the fabric, the softened cock, his hand covers the bloody fabric, sinks between the thighs ; reddened up to the wrist, his hand comes out, comes back on the cock, the general lifts the pants with the tip of his fingers, looks underneath~: black mass of flesh, hair, blood, the general lets go of the pants, his fingers sink again between the thighs, press on the cock, blood spurts, runs out of the pants along the thigh and on the belly, as far as the navel, the general bends down, he licks that blood, his fingers enter between the buttocks, lift the testicles ; he rubs his belly and his cock against the joint of the stretcher ; sunbeams run on the tiled floor, little purple birds sing on the half-opened small windows in the roof ; the general withdraws his hand, slips it under the underpants, stretches it with one finger lifting the fabric and his tongue licks the spot of the cloth thus stretched. The stretcher bearers come back, see the general, lips and fingers bloody, leaning over the dead man ; they bring in an injured soldier, they lay him down next to the other stretcher ; the general turns back, looks at the injured man, a very young blond soldier, wounded in the head, stripped to the waist, his battledress pushed down as far as the thighs, the belt bathing in blood, around the navel~: --- General, don't go too far with this one, he's fragile, don't arouse him, he would die. -The bearers leave, the general, his cock swollen, his thighs wet, leans over the soldier, his hand strokes the bloody hair, sinks in that sheaf of wheat soiled by the blood of a rat hurt by a scythe ; the soldier groans, his hand rises from his hip, the general takes it and lays it on the soldier's belly ; then he strokes his eyelids, lowers his face, kisses the soldier's livid mouth, his cheeks, his throat ; he squats down, his lips run on the belly, on the battledress bloodstained and stuck on the thighs by blood ; the general lifts the soldier by the waist, he rubs his face against the battledress, the soldier groans again, blood spurts from the corner of his lips, the general takes the soldier's thigh, from beneath, he pulls it away from the other thigh, pushes his face forward, and half-lying on the stretcher, with his muzzle he raises the soldier's cock, growling and holding up his head with each push ; the soldier's head rolls from left to right, out of the stretcher, blood rises to his forehead, his hands move upwards and repel the general's shaven head : the purple birds fly away ; the stretcher bearers come back, carrying a new wounded, whose belly is torn as far as the lungs, pieces of cotton are bathing inside the wound, trails of vomit --- from other wounded soldier --- run on the edges of the slit : the general continues searching between the soldier's thighs. +The bearers leave, the general, his cock swollen, his thighs wet, leans over the soldier, his hand strokes the bloody hair, sinks in that sheaf of wheat soiled by the blood of a rat hurt by a scythe ; the soldier groans, his hand rises from his hip, the general takes it and lays it on the soldier's belly ; then he strokes his eyelids, lowers his face, kisses the soldier's livid mouth, his cheeks, his throat ; he squats down, his lips run on the belly, on the battledress bloodstained and stuck on the thighs by blood ; the general lifts the soldier by the waist, he rubs his face against the battledress, the soldier groans again, blood spurts from the corner of his lips, the general takes the soldier's thigh, from beneath, he pulls it away from the other thigh, pushes his face forward, and half-lying on the stretcher, with his muzzle he raises the soldier's cock, growling and holding up his head with each push ; the soldier's head rolls from left to right, out of the stretcher, blood rises to his forehead, his hands move upwards and repel the general's shaven head~: the purple birds fly away ; the stretcher bearers come back, carrying a new wounded, whose belly is torn as far as the lungs, pieces of cotton are bathing inside the wound, trails of vomit --- from other wounded soldier --- run on the edges of the slit~: the general continues searching between the soldier's thighs. --- My jackal, my general, that one is almost dead. In any case, he won't be saved from death. General, your uniform is bloody. General, your hands, your face are all bloody. General, your breakfast is served at the mess. General, the chaplain wants to see the wounded\ldots @@ -4918,7 +4918,7 @@ And he buries his head between the soldier's thighs. \bigbreak -Kment sees a hare, he goes after it, he throws stones at it ; the hare, stricken in the head, rolls on the sand ; Kment brains it with his fists. The hare, its legs in the air, trembles. Kment grabs its jaw and unclenches it, he tears it, he pulls out the tongue, he gobbles it up, sitting on the sand under the high tension wire ; insects sparkle. Kment hears a voice, some breaths, he throws away the hare's tongue, he crawls towards the rocks, he crouches, ass torn by the bramble : Giauhare appears ; Kment comes out from behind the rocks, he moves towards the young girl, he takes her by the waist : grass, stones shine along their legs~: +Kment sees a hare, he goes after it, he throws stones at it ; the hare, stricken in the head, rolls on the sand ; Kment brains it with his fists. The hare, its legs in the air, trembles. Kment grabs its jaw and unclenches it, he tears it, he pulls out the tongue, he gobbles it up, sitting on the sand under the high tension wire ; insects sparkle. Kment hears a voice, some breaths, he throws away the hare's tongue, he crawls towards the rocks, he crouches, ass torn by the bramble~: Giauhare appears ; Kment comes out from behind the rocks, he moves towards the young girl, he takes her by the waist~: grass, stones shine along their legs~: --- Draga took me. @@ -4942,7 +4942,7 @@ The young officers ; captains, lieutenants, second lieutenants, in midday, assem The general has bathed in the sea this morning ; commandos were escorting him, he stroked them in the tepid water. -Chewing gum in their mouths, the soldiers watch the young officers, shrug their shoulders ; others are asleep on their straw mattresses, the capsized transistor, vibrating, between the thighs. The governor's jeep scatters soldiers and officers : the governor gets off the jeep, climbs the commanding post stairs, pushes the door of the deserted office ; in the small room next door, he finds the general lying on his bed, stripped to the waist, a soldier leaning over him, his battledress half-opened and his taut cock dragging on the general's belly~: +Chewing gum in their mouths, the soldiers watch the young officers, shrug their shoulders ; others are asleep on their straw mattresses, the capsized transistor, vibrating, between the thighs. The governor's jeep scatters soldiers and officers~: the governor gets off the jeep, climbs the commanding post stairs, pushes the door of the deserted office ; in the small room next door, he finds the general lying on his bed, stripped to the waist, a soldier leaning over him, his battledress half-opened and his taut cock dragging on the general's belly~: --- Your excellency, what a surprise~! @@ -4956,7 +4956,7 @@ The general kisses the soldier on the mouth, the governor notices, hanging on th --- Wildfrei, he saw the linen, how your lips have swollen. Am I handsome~? Lick my salty sweat ; your eyelids melt under my lips ; to live on your belly, eat, sleep, drink, you holding my cock and I yours, the flow of my sperm glimmers on your belly, in a moonbeam ; I see necklaces around your neck, rings around your wrists, your feet, your thighs, a collar chain around your cock ; my tongue drags on your close-cropped hair, smooths down your eyelashes, your eyebrows, the tufts of hair at your cock and armpits ; in the street, passes the slaves' procession ; a lump in the throat, watching this unknown country, this square, where, with dawn coming, they will be brought and placed between the chalk-drawn rectangles ; and you quiver under me, you recognize the smell, the moaning ; my lips search for your mouth, in the dark, your head turns away from my face ; your belly slides, rises under me ; I take your head with both my hands, I place it, I hold under my lips ; I crush your belly, your thighs, you groan, head turned towards the window where dawn rises ; a gentle wind runs on the butchers' stalls, purifies the rotting smell ; the shopkeeper yells, the loincloths, the tatters, the bonnets of your brothers shiver in the wind ; the placard beats their chest ; you struggle, your necklaces, your rings jingle, but my sweat gradually covers them, as the sun rises, and as the chalk rectangle grows empty, you doze off in the icy sweat, you fall asleep, and I can then, with one thrust of the loins, awaken you, and lying on my belly, order you to love me, to tauten your sleepy and shivering body\ldots -\ldots\ Flesh, silver, gold, nails, iris, teeth sparkle on the ravaged sheet. Your pink lips in your copper-coloured face, curl up over my cock, your saliva foams against the muscle, your lips undulate under the rise of sperm ; my balls get crushed against your cheeks, flow on your throat. I am a hound, a billy-goat, a wolf, my cock strokes your nipples ; my tongue rummages in your hair ; you, you, you're a little dog, your cock glows red in the dust ; soldier, it swells the straw daub girding your loins ; I want to cut it with my teeth, see your balls left bare ; where did you lose it~? Who tore it off from you~? I run to the enemy camp, I see you among the herd, squatting, your thighs bloody, on the grass : \speech{Leave me alone. When a child, I used to lace up the master's sandals ; day and night ; you cannot buy me, the master, in order to be cured he needs my blood.} +\ldots\ Flesh, silver, gold, nails, iris, teeth sparkle on the ravaged sheet. Your pink lips in your copper-coloured face, curl up over my cock, your saliva foams against the muscle, your lips undulate under the rise of sperm ; my balls get crushed against your cheeks, flow on your throat. I am a hound, a billy-goat, a wolf, my cock strokes your nipples ; my tongue rummages in your hair ; you, you, you're a little dog, your cock glows red in the dust ; soldier, it swells the straw daub girding your loins ; I want to cut it with my teeth, see your balls left bare ; where did you lose it~? Who tore it off from you~? I run to the enemy camp, I see you among the herd, squatting, your thighs bloody, on the grass~: \speech{Leave me alone. When a child, I used to lace up the master's sandals ; day and night ; you cannot buy me, the master, in order to be cured he needs my blood.} --- Who are you~? Where do you come from~? @@ -4984,7 +4984,7 @@ All soldiers of the island's garrisons are confined to barracks, forced to drill Xaintrailles has Thivai's remains collected ; they are placed in a little wooden casket, which he keeps in a corner of his commanding office. The soldiers complain, some run away, hide in the brothels of the lower city. The officers order a search for those among them who, a short time ago, exasperated by the governor's weakness, had gone underground and were hunting down freely the rebel parties, helped by a few soldiers born on the island, but settlers. Deserter officers and soldiers, at night, enter the lower city, walk up towards the palace. -Xaintrailles jumps in his jeep ; in the palace he exhorts the deserters, he assigns them new commands. All go to sleep. Xaintrailles goes down to the command post again : some liberal politicians, in favour of negotiation, phone the home country, inform the newspapers there, the political parties, Xaintrailles has them arrested in bed. +Xaintrailles jumps in his jeep ; in the palace he exhorts the deserters, he assigns them new commands. All go to sleep. Xaintrailles goes down to the command post again~: some liberal politicians, in favour of negotiation, phone the home country, inform the newspapers there, the political parties, Xaintrailles has them arrested in bed. All phone communications with the home country are cut off, the planes stranded ; the general's body is thrown in the camps' manure. @@ -4992,7 +4992,7 @@ Xaintrailles has the soldiers woken up, he orders them to rebuild the sandbag wa In the morning, the island's military system has been put in order again. Xaintrailles gets up from his chair, he walks to the end of the office, he squats down, he strokes the wooden casket, takes it between his hands, raises it to his lips. He goes out, he bends over the city covered with smoke and pink vapours ; girls pass, their swimsuit stretched under the dress ; under their ears, rings of flesh-coloured china, like the lips of their cunt and of their mouth. -The liberal politicians are thrown in the city jails, their family kept under house arrest by trustworthy sentries : daughters and wives of those corrupt politicians, show themselves to the sentries, smile at them ; the soldiers have been told that those women offered themselves to some rebels, so the heavily armed soldiers do not look back when called and whistled at. +The liberal politicians are thrown in the city jails, their family kept under house arrest by trustworthy sentries~: daughters and wives of those corrupt politicians, show themselves to the sentries, smile at them ; the soldiers have been told that those women offered themselves to some rebels, so the heavily armed soldiers do not look back when called and whistled at. Winnetou, standing on the entrance steps above the sea, his loaded sten gun in hand, hears the calls, he looks back ; through the bay window, he sees two girls lying on the sofa, one against the other and stroking each other ; now and then they pick cherries in a cup laid on the floor ; and while eating and spitting out the stones, they continue to stroke each other, their bodice half-opened. They look at the soldier, smile, set their gaze on the fabric ; the hand of one of them tucks up her dress, over her thighs. Winnetou sees that soft, sun-tanned flesh, where the swimsuit has left pearly marks ; the waves break, ride each other below him ; he smiles to the twins, he pushes the French window, his battledress gets caught in the rose trees, he bends, frees himself of the thorns, blood rushes to his forehead, he touches his weapon, he straightens himself, he walks in, he steps on the fur carpet ; with the breath of the sea, withered flowers tremble in the vases, collapse on the marble of secretaries and consoles ; he moves forward to the sofa, the two girls are stroking each other, they don't look at him, they are shaken by a light crystalline laugh, he bends over, he touches a shoulder, the girl laughs, shakes her hair spread out on the other girl's breasts. @@ -5012,7 +5012,7 @@ Winnetou, who hasn't slept for two nights and who is choked by anguish, throws h --- Make love to me like you make love to the whores, quick and strong. -She tightens her thighs, Winnetou parts them with his hands, then, unbuttoning himself, he pulls out his cock and plunges it in the girl's opened cunt : his cock draws some locks of pubic hair ; locks from the boy and locks from the girl mix, brown, shiny. The boy's cunt, snapped up, pulled, pinched by the girl's foamy labia ; Winnetou stiffens his thighs, kneads Alix's tummy, squeezes her waist, strangles it, his fingers move up to the breasts, hollow them, they smell of milk and roses, Winnetou licks them ; some hairs are stuck by sweat between the breasts, Winnetou mixes them to his, blackened by the salty air. Alix strokes them, combs them, her lips lick them at the root on the top of Winnetou's head ; she groans, arches her back ; the battledress, all around the cock, and between the buttocks, becomes wet, Alix puts her fingers there, her knees jump along Winnetou's hips, her fingers follow the sweat on Winnetou's battledress ; sperm rises, gnaws the boy's cock, gushes out, the girl, shaken, hooks her fingers to Winnetou's buttocks, and lifts herself up on her back ; the boy's cock, snapped up, squeezed, like a fish-hook in dark water, Winnetou shivers, a cold sweat runs on his nape, fear grips him, he withdraws his cock, but the girl grabs it from him, and plunges it again between her thighs, the cock again goes down, snapped by a hand unknown and mistress of the dark, into the girl's entrails. Tears shine on Alix's cheeks, Winnetou drinks them, the breasts roll under the boy, Alix's and Winnetou's nipples touch each other, bleed, burn, Winnetou's jacket opens, closes itself when the boy swells his chest, and with one hand crushes the girl's breasts one against the other, she groans, writhes, pulling at the boy's cock ; the French window bangs in the golden light, its blue panes caught in the roses ; the other girl, turned over on her belly, her legs raised and whirling, her dress tucked up as far as the root of the buttocks, sings a gentle tune, whistles to attract the purple birds ; with her foot she pushes the cherry cup towards Winnetou's sten gun ; the soldier looks up, he gets up from Alix's body, his cock jumps out, released, dangling, softened on the thigh, he buttons it up again, he walks towards the girl lying with her tucked up dress stretched on the swollen hips, he tramples the girl's hands, he crushes her under his foot, the girl yells, Alix rolls her head on the sofa~: +She tightens her thighs, Winnetou parts them with his hands, then, unbuttoning himself, he pulls out his cock and plunges it in the girl's opened cunt~: his cock draws some locks of pubic hair ; locks from the boy and locks from the girl mix, brown, shiny. The boy's cunt, snapped up, pulled, pinched by the girl's foamy labia ; Winnetou stiffens his thighs, kneads Alix's tummy, squeezes her waist, strangles it, his fingers move up to the breasts, hollow them, they smell of milk and roses, Winnetou licks them ; some hairs are stuck by sweat between the breasts, Winnetou mixes them to his, blackened by the salty air. Alix strokes them, combs them, her lips lick them at the root on the top of Winnetou's head ; she groans, arches her back ; the battledress, all around the cock, and between the buttocks, becomes wet, Alix puts her fingers there, her knees jump along Winnetou's hips, her fingers follow the sweat on Winnetou's battledress ; sperm rises, gnaws the boy's cock, gushes out, the girl, shaken, hooks her fingers to Winnetou's buttocks, and lifts herself up on her back ; the boy's cock, snapped up, squeezed, like a fish-hook in dark water, Winnetou shivers, a cold sweat runs on his nape, fear grips him, he withdraws his cock, but the girl grabs it from him, and plunges it again between her thighs, the cock again goes down, snapped by a hand unknown and mistress of the dark, into the girl's entrails. Tears shine on Alix's cheeks, Winnetou drinks them, the breasts roll under the boy, Alix's and Winnetou's nipples touch each other, bleed, burn, Winnetou's jacket opens, closes itself when the boy swells his chest, and with one hand crushes the girl's breasts one against the other, she groans, writhes, pulling at the boy's cock ; the French window bangs in the golden light, its blue panes caught in the roses ; the other girl, turned over on her belly, her legs raised and whirling, her dress tucked up as far as the root of the buttocks, sings a gentle tune, whistles to attract the purple birds ; with her foot she pushes the cherry cup towards Winnetou's sten gun ; the soldier looks up, he gets up from Alix's body, his cock jumps out, released, dangling, softened on the thigh, he buttons it up again, he walks towards the girl lying with her tucked up dress stretched on the swollen hips, he tramples the girl's hands, he crushes her under his foot, the girl yells, Alix rolls her head on the sofa~: --- Shut up, Anne, you'll scare him off. @@ -5020,11 +5020,11 @@ Winnetou takes his weapon, he goes out on the perron, he leans his back against Winnetou watches their breasts throbbing, uncovered and touching the fur ; he unlocks the French window, silently enters the sitting room, he crouches down, he grabs Anne's shoulders, he turns over the girl woken up with a start, he places his knee on the sweaty and quivering hip, he takes the girls by the arms, he lifts her up, he holds her standing before the French window, he opens her dress from top to bottom, he unbuttons himself again, he pulls out his re-hardened cock and thrusts it between the girl's thighs ; this way, standing, he holding the girl against the pane, licking the fair hair on her forehead, the girl panting against the pane, warmed and crackling against her back. -Alix, legs parted, Winnetou's sperm drying on her thighs, remains motionless ; her half-shut eyes watch the quivering of the soldier's buttocks, hugged in the already soaked cloth of the battledress ; her cunt swells under the hair, she lays on it the palm of her hand, she covers it, it calms down ; her hand moves up on her tummy, hardened but soft and warm on the surface, touches the smooth and fresh button of the navel ; drops of sperm roll down Alix's legs, Anne notices them, smiles ; the wild drops shine on the fur ; Anne with her bare foot rubs them. Winnetou licks the girl's ear, nibbles the lobe, spits a bit in the folds of the ear ; saliva sparkles on Anne's temples, on her cheeks ; through the half-opened French window, Winnetou hears the murmur of the harbour, the shouts of the disembarking soldiers, the officers' orders, the grinding of the cranes, the panting of the trains, under the station's huge powdery glass roof ; his cock bitten by the burning shadow, squeezed inside the girl's belly, caught by the membranes, muscles, nerves, Winnetou bumps his knees against Anne's knees ; the purple birds collapse in the rose trees ; over the sea, froth runs like fire across the steppe ; in the bay, around the boats, ice rolls under the green water : soldiers disembark, knapsack weighing on the shoulders, or dragging on the gangway ; young women holding bright umbrellas, transparent, wave their white arms, sun-tanned as far as the elbow joint, stand on tiptoe, throw biscuits to the sleepy soldiers, covered with dew, mouth twisted and soiled with pink vomit, pull their bags, lift them, drag them, umbrella hanging from the neck by the crook handle and shivering in the sea breeze. The little sellers of sodas and honey cakes slip through the worried legs of the raw recruits ; honey sticks to the soldiers' battledress, to the young women's dresses~: +Alix, legs parted, Winnetou's sperm drying on her thighs, remains motionless ; her half-shut eyes watch the quivering of the soldier's buttocks, hugged in the already soaked cloth of the battledress ; her cunt swells under the hair, she lays on it the palm of her hand, she covers it, it calms down ; her hand moves up on her tummy, hardened but soft and warm on the surface, touches the smooth and fresh button of the navel ; drops of sperm roll down Alix's legs, Anne notices them, smiles ; the wild drops shine on the fur ; Anne with her bare foot rubs them. Winnetou licks the girl's ear, nibbles the lobe, spits a bit in the folds of the ear ; saliva sparkles on Anne's temples, on her cheeks ; through the half-opened French window, Winnetou hears the murmur of the harbour, the shouts of the disembarking soldiers, the officers' orders, the grinding of the cranes, the panting of the trains, under the station's huge powdery glass roof ; his cock bitten by the burning shadow, squeezed inside the girl's belly, caught by the membranes, muscles, nerves, Winnetou bumps his knees against Anne's knees ; the purple birds collapse in the rose trees ; over the sea, froth runs like fire across the steppe ; in the bay, around the boats, ice rolls under the green water~: soldiers disembark, knapsack weighing on the shoulders, or dragging on the gangway ; young women holding bright umbrellas, transparent, wave their white arms, sun-tanned as far as the elbow joint, stand on tiptoe, throw biscuits to the sleepy soldiers, covered with dew, mouth twisted and soiled with pink vomit, pull their bags, lift them, drag them, umbrella hanging from the neck by the crook handle and shivering in the sea breeze. The little sellers of sodas and honey cakes slip through the worried legs of the raw recruits ; honey sticks to the soldiers' battledress, to the young women's dresses~: --- Sowdah, sowdah, sowdah. Some broioche, broioche. -They pull at the skirts and the bottom of the battledress ; the soldiers, with-their knees, push away those children, who, face and throat covered with snot, saliva and fish remains, and lips smeared with sugar and honey, are naked, some of them wearing a shred of sack cloth passed between the thighs and knotted on the hip ; others sell combs and wallets on little stalls : those are clad in tight, torn jeans ; others still, coming from the alleys of the lower city and the harbour, accost the soldiers pulling them by the sleeve, open their hands and show booklets of naked photos with men and women mating, seen from underneath, the genitals hand-coloured in ochre red : some children, leaning against a wall, or a bar's lattice, stare with their black and feverish eyes at the soldiers, and hold out their open hands ; children alone or in groups of two, or three, wander on the harbour, hold out their hands, make their teeth chatter, their skull is shaven, except for a tuft at the top of the head, which the soldiers pull : all day they walk about that way, until evening ; then they fall unconscious on a rubbish heap ; in the middle of the night, the din made by rats rummaging through the tin cans, wakes them up ; the recruiters pass by, they eat brioches, they laugh, boys in underpants on the pier's chain links, their shoulders, their bellies gleam under the moon, the recruiters go to them, stroke their waist, then come back to the rubbish heaps, continue eating the brioches, bend over, squat down over the famished children lying on the peelings, panting with fever, and blow on their faces their sugared breath. +They pull at the skirts and the bottom of the battledress ; the soldiers, with-their knees, push away those children, who, face and throat covered with snot, saliva and fish remains, and lips smeared with sugar and honey, are naked, some of them wearing a shred of sack cloth passed between the thighs and knotted on the hip ; others sell combs and wallets on little stalls~: those are clad in tight, torn jeans ; others still, coming from the alleys of the lower city and the harbour, accost the soldiers pulling them by the sleeve, open their hands and show booklets of naked photos with men and women mating, seen from underneath, the genitals hand-coloured in ochre red~: some children, leaning against a wall, or a bar's lattice, stare with their black and feverish eyes at the soldiers, and hold out their open hands ; children alone or in groups of two, or three, wander on the harbour, hold out their hands, make their teeth chatter, their skull is shaven, except for a tuft at the top of the head, which the soldiers pull~: all day they walk about that way, until evening ; then they fall unconscious on a rubbish heap ; in the middle of the night, the din made by rats rummaging through the tin cans, wakes them up ; the recruiters pass by, they eat brioches, they laugh, boys in underpants on the pier's chain links, their shoulders, their bellies gleam under the moon, the recruiters go to them, stroke their waist, then come back to the rubbish heaps, continue eating the brioches, bend over, squat down over the famished children lying on the peelings, panting with fever, and blow on their faces their sugared breath. They whisper in their ear, a child then gets up, the smallest of all ; the recruiter takes him by the hand, pulls a brioche out of his pocket, gives it to the child ; an old van driven by a recruiter, arrives from the harbour ; the front seat is empty, on the back seats, boys in underpants, picked up at the harbour, at the end of the day, are dozing. Petrilion, eyes wide open, munches a brioche, bends his shoulders, the driver turns back, looks at him, throws his arm over the seat, his hand touches the fold of Petrilion's navel, above the crumpled underpants, Petrilion brushes the hand away~: @@ -5042,13 +5042,13 @@ Around them, the boys stir, groan in the beams like cattle in a stable opened to \bigbreak -Winnetou has fun until evening with the two twins : sitting, lying, crouching on the white wolf's fur, they eat cherries, the girls hum, their breasts bare ; Winnetou, now and then, takes his weapon, goes out on the perron : the roses shiver in the darkened breeze. +Winnetou has fun until evening with the two twins~: sitting, lying, crouching on the white wolf's fur, they eat cherries, the girls hum, their breasts bare ; Winnetou, now and then, takes his weapon, goes out on the perron~: the roses shiver in the darkened breeze. --- Winnetou, Winnetou\ldots He sits down, he eats, he spits out the stones, Alix gets up, she sits on Winnetou's shoulders, her bare cunt wetting the soldier's shoulders, her warm thighs against Winnetou's cheeks and eyelids. He takes the girl's thighs, he strokes them, he kisses them, his hands move upwards on the hips of Alix who bends her head and kisses his lips ; stroke, knead Alix's buttocks. -Anne, lying on her side, her cunt bare, makes cherries roll on her thighs ; her little foot brushes Winnetou's knees : a purple bird, captive in the bathroom, sings, his chirp reverberates on the white tiles, Winnetou lifts his head up, Alix rubs her thighs against the soldier's neck. +Anne, lying on her side, her cunt bare, makes cherries roll on her thighs ; her little foot brushes Winnetou's knees~: a purple bird, captive in the bathroom, sings, his chirp reverberates on the white tiles, Winnetou lifts his head up, Alix rubs her thighs against the soldier's neck. A gunshot, Winnetou, with a leap, grabs his sten gun, goes out on the perron ; motionless, nostrils quivering, forehead and hands bathed in moonlight, he watches the sea, the harbour, the mountain, Alix knocks at the window pane. @@ -5086,7 +5086,7 @@ Alix, her leg dripping with sperm, crawls towards the sofa, touches Winnetou's w His cock softened and gluey, beats against the battledress, Alix looks at it, she licks her livid lips. Winnetou goes back to Anne ; he covers her again, he spreads her arms, stretches them out sideways over the fur ; with his snout, he digs under the breasts, he lifts them up, while his cock rummages in Anne's belly ; his shoes crush the fruits rolling in the cup ; the purple birds bang against the panes, Winnetou gets up. -He buttons up his battledress, fastens his belt again, he pours wine in a cup, he drinks it, he flings his sten gun over his shoulder, he wipes his lips, he rubs his hands together, he parts his thighs, shakes his inflamed cock, goes out on the perron, leans his back against the wooden column, wind freezes his wet thighs ; with a lump in his throat he bends over the dark garden where the purple birds and the quails are cheeping : a little dog barks in the sitting room, behind the panes, leaps on the twins' breasts, Winnetou tilts his head backwards, forwards, his hand grips the column, he vomits on the roses, his other hand pressed on his chest, the sea breathes, Winnetou is panting, slobbering, crying, groaning ; vomit rolls upon the roses, weighs them down, doubles them over, runs along the stems. +He buttons up his battledress, fastens his belt again, he pours wine in a cup, he drinks it, he flings his sten gun over his shoulder, he wipes his lips, he rubs his hands together, he parts his thighs, shakes his inflamed cock, goes out on the perron, leans his back against the wooden column, wind freezes his wet thighs ; with a lump in his throat he bends over the dark garden where the purple birds and the quails are cheeping~: a little dog barks in the sitting room, behind the panes, leaps on the twins' breasts, Winnetou tilts his head backwards, forwards, his hand grips the column, he vomits on the roses, his other hand pressed on his chest, the sea breathes, Winnetou is panting, slobbering, crying, groaning ; vomit rolls upon the roses, weighs them down, doubles them over, runs along the stems. \ldots\ After the flight, my cheeks ablaze, I run on the beach, the tide is ebbing, I lie down in the wall of seaweed, seagulls swim on the slope of the waves, surf sparkles at my feet, the whore runs on the edge of the cliff, her dress tucked up by the wind, the scarf shivering on her bare throat ; she runs on the beach, she climbs the wall of seaweed, she lets herself slide against me, I take her by the neck, I draw her against my chest, she touches the pockets of my jeans, she thrusts her hands inside, pulls out the banknotes, my cock has grown hard ; she counts the banknotes, she slips them in her bodice, she catches my hand, she leads me away from the beach~: @@ -5114,7 +5114,7 @@ His jeans are soiled with beetroot juice, his vest spattered with manure. We hid \ldots\ The seagulls play on the slope of the waves, they fly further away, then come back with dawn, I'm not sleeping, I rub my bloody hand on the white sand. -The whore takes my hand, we walk along the cliff : \speech{You see, I passed there where the window is broken.} +The whore takes my hand, we walk along the cliff~: \speech{You see, I passed there where the window is broken.} On the beach, she gives me back the banknotes, she goes away, she strokes my nape, she goes away. I go to the rock, Gal is squatting, he pisses in a puddle, I give him a piece of grilled meat~: @@ -5210,7 +5210,7 @@ Through the open window, a bird flies in, hits the rabbit skins hanging from the --- Go away. Go back to play with the kids. -He looks down, jumps in the mud, he slips under the caravan, sits down on the sheep skins, throws his knucklebones : \speech{Hop, hop, hop, hop.}, his back leaning against the axle. +He looks down, jumps in the mud, he slips under the caravan, sits down on the sheep skins, throws his knucklebones~: \speech{Hop, hop, hop, hop.}, his back leaning against the axle. At night, my belly swollen with meat, wine, sugar, cream, I stir in the bed against Dudored ; the girls sleep in another caravan under the chestnut trees ; on the branches leaning against the caravan's roof, in the leaves dripping with rain and seeds, the purple birds stir, rub their beak, cheep ; the girls, under the rags, bare their ears made heavy by the copper and silver rings, listen to the birds' little din through the slats of painted wood. @@ -5254,7 +5254,7 @@ Gal thrusts the sponge in the boiling-hot water, he presses it against his cock, --- Stay there, I'll get some clean ones. -She leaves ; Gal straightens himself up, the steaming water streams on his legs, wets the linoleum ; I leap forward, Gal presses the sponge by throwing it against his belly, I snatch it, I rub Gal's muzzle, I squeeze the sponge on his shoulders, his belly, his thighs, Gal sits on the bidet again : I pass him the sponge, he laughs~: +She leaves ; Gal straightens himself up, the steaming water streams on his legs, wets the linoleum ; I leap forward, Gal presses the sponge by throwing it against his belly, I snatch it, I rub Gal's muzzle, I squeeze the sponge on his shoulders, his belly, his thighs, Gal sits on the bidet again~: I pass him the sponge, he laughs~: --- Your turn, now. Wash yourself top and bottom. @@ -5286,7 +5286,7 @@ I take my shoes off, I lie on the bed, I fall asleep, I wake up, wind opens the --- I, Winnetou, I killed my mother. ---- Your belly is warm, you smell good. Mrs Theodora took Gal on her knees. She said you'd stay here 'til the manservant's return. One morning a boy came in, I took his suitcase, I removed his cloak, my heart was beating : he was the first boy ; I was stroking his fair hair, he took the suitcase back from me ; my bodice was half-opened, Mrs Theodora was coming out of her room ; on my bed, he sat down, I had the hot water running, he plunged his head in the steaming water, he rubbed it with the towel I handed out to him ; he remained silent, he was stroking my eyelashes, my shoulders, I was getting undressed against the radiator, his fingers were trembling on the hem of my panties, I lay down on the bed, legs spread apart ; he got undressed, only keeping his cotton underpants, lay next to me, took my hand, kissed it, I was rubbing myself against him, blowing in his ear, my hand was stroking his belly, lifting his underpants and touching his quivering cock buried in the balls ; he rolled over me, his chest smelled of coal vapour ; in his hair, my nails were crushing grains of soot, and my tongue was licking some on his eyelashes. +--- Your belly is warm, you smell good. Mrs Theodora took Gal on her knees. She said you'd stay here 'til the manservant's return. One morning a boy came in, I took his suitcase, I removed his cloak, my heart was beating~: he was the first boy ; I was stroking his fair hair, he took the suitcase back from me ; my bodice was half-opened, Mrs Theodora was coming out of her room ; on my bed, he sat down, I had the hot water running, he plunged his head in the steaming water, he rubbed it with the towel I handed out to him ; he remained silent, he was stroking my eyelashes, my shoulders, I was getting undressed against the radiator, his fingers were trembling on the hem of my panties, I lay down on the bed, legs spread apart ; he got undressed, only keeping his cotton underpants, lay next to me, took my hand, kissed it, I was rubbing myself against him, blowing in his ear, my hand was stroking his belly, lifting his underpants and touching his quivering cock buried in the balls ; he rolled over me, his chest smelled of coal vapour ; in his hair, my nails were crushing grains of soot, and my tongue was licking some on his eyelashes. I wash, I soil, I wash, I spit and I lick ; the boy, with his foot, hits the suitcase ; he says, rising slightly on his fists~: @@ -5513,7 +5513,7 @@ In the livingroom, Xaintrailles waits for farmer Talbot~: --- Thivai is dead. Butchered by the commandos. ---- My father said : \speech{Xaintrailles should have kept the general alive.} +--- My father said~: \speech{Xaintrailles should have kept the general alive.} --- I was in jail when they killed him. @@ -5552,13 +5552,13 @@ The planes escort the convoy. In the evening, they arrive in the city of Titov V Those from Titov Veles, hostile to the rebellion, for the reason that the rebels proclaimed the end of their privileges, crowd around the convoy ; women and girls stroke the soldiers' knees, the men, coming down from their perrons, grab Xaintrailles' arm ; all night, in spite of the order of abstinence, the soldiers, sprawled about in the houses, their feet bathed, oiled, lips, cheeks shaved by the slaves, drown their fears in wine. The sentries guarding the convoy, cheeks lit up by the light from windows, wait for Nik\'e to pass by, still dressed in tatters she kneels down and gives them a wank, with little words sweet and obscene ; sperm gushes out on the battledress, spatters the dust or the truck's wheel, Nik\'e, her hand splashed, squeezes the cock into her mouth and the soldier, his legs stiffened, sinks his fingers in the girl's gluey and heavy hair. Petrol sings underneath the chassis. -Xaintrailles, his casket on the bedside table, falls asleep in a comfortable bed. Those from Titov Veles, with the officers of their garrison, play a bloody game : the prisoners, chiefs or simple rebels, on their way back from questioning, if they're not dead or too badly mutilated, are kept in the city jail then sold or rented to former fencing masters or sports managers who train them, day and night, to perform dangerous fights, jumps, races ; but, at the end of those exercises, they have them mate with Inamenas whores, and the children thus conceived, belong to them ; private individuals then offer themselves the spectacle of those exercises, at night, at the bottom of their private covered swimming pools ; blood, dust spatter the palmtrees and the panes of the glass roof ; when a man is killed, the fight or the lethal exercise is suspended, the dead body dragged, pulled on the ladder by slaves and sold to the flesh merchants whose servants, most of them slaves, wait outside the glass roof, dozing inside the van, the merchant keeps the bodies in an ice box and sells them to the common people, on days of famine and of rebellion. The prisoners, blinded by the neon lights, weakened by drugs, fight clumsily, blood streams, accumulates at the drain, the wounded roll in that blood, back, thigh pierced by pitiable weapons : kitchen knives, can openers, corkscrews, nail files\ldots\ Others, legs or arms broken during the jumps, writhe under the fighters ; others still, run all around the pool, chest hollowed, lips covered with a bloody dribble ; the officers back the fighters on whose chest, in full flesh, they had a slave hook the badge of their battalion. +Xaintrailles, his casket on the bedside table, falls asleep in a comfortable bed. Those from Titov Veles, with the officers of their garrison, play a bloody game~: the prisoners, chiefs or simple rebels, on their way back from questioning, if they're not dead or too badly mutilated, are kept in the city jail then sold or rented to former fencing masters or sports managers who train them, day and night, to perform dangerous fights, jumps, races ; but, at the end of those exercises, they have them mate with Inamenas whores, and the children thus conceived, belong to them ; private individuals then offer themselves the spectacle of those exercises, at night, at the bottom of their private covered swimming pools ; blood, dust spatter the palmtrees and the panes of the glass roof ; when a man is killed, the fight or the lethal exercise is suspended, the dead body dragged, pulled on the ladder by slaves and sold to the flesh merchants whose servants, most of them slaves, wait outside the glass roof, dozing inside the van, the merchant keeps the bodies in an ice box and sells them to the common people, on days of famine and of rebellion. The prisoners, blinded by the neon lights, weakened by drugs, fight clumsily, blood streams, accumulates at the drain, the wounded roll in that blood, back, thigh pierced by pitiable weapons~: kitchen knives, can openers, corkscrews, nail files\ldots\ Others, legs or arms broken during the jumps, writhe under the fighters ; others still, run all around the pool, chest hollowed, lips covered with a bloody dribble ; the officers back the fighters on whose chest, in full flesh, they had a slave hook the badge of their battalion. In that way, every night, about a hundred prisoners are exterminated. Children born from their forced matings are, for a while, fed by their whore mothers, in Inamenas ; the moment they're weaned, they are sold here and there, some of them, by clandestine boats, are disembarked at Ecbatane harbour and sold to the pimps, the show managers, the foreign legions. Those slaughters, those matings, those buyings, unknown to the governor and the military, makes a high, secret and sad city out of Titov Veles. Men and youths are in good spirits during the daytime ; at night, their anguished soul sheds a sweat of blood. As for the officers, those rebels they fought loyally during the day and by order, at night they wish to see them slaughter each other, without courage nor pity, having forever lost memory of their rebellion and of their fight. Those from Titov Veles use up a lot of slaves ; these, children captured in the mountains or in the islands near Inamenas, raided in the overpopulated villages, pulled away from their family, from the epidemic, pulled from under the vultures' wing and beak, serve their masters without a word, without a cry, without a tear ; the silver ring, they clipped it on the membrane of the asshole for the boys, on the edge of the upper labia, for the girls. They are not beaten, but incessantly, at any time of day or night, called and laid on the masters' bed and turned over and turning over and tucked up and tucking up, always eager, under, and over, for the reason that their memory having been taken from them with their freedom, the semen and the sweat of their bodies is reborn in them without delay or repose and gushes out with such a gentle freshness and such a strong and hard fragrance. -And thus do they wish, those from Titov Veles, as soon as desire is born again, inject it like venom into the slaves' flank, to keep themselves free and close to the god. Dead, those slaves are dragged on a flat rock looking down upon the city : the bodies, naked, are lapidated, buried under stones in order that their vengeance does not turn against the stone throwers. +And thus do they wish, those from Titov Veles, as soon as desire is born again, inject it like venom into the slaves' flank, to keep themselves free and close to the god. Dead, those slaves are dragged on a flat rock looking down upon the city~: the bodies, naked, are lapidated, buried under stones in order that their vengeance does not turn against the stone throwers. Not a single brothel in Titov Veles. Those among the people who do not own a slave, they mate with their children, and if they don't have any, with the dogs, the bitches, the donkeys, the she-asses half wild and dying under the eucalypti. @@ -5572,7 +5572,7 @@ The classrooms then became filled with sweaty girls and boys, shirts half-opened The slaves, outside, pick up the dung under the horses' belly, the sunbeams warm up their soiled wrists ; others, male and female, lying under the cars, the mud, the grease of the chassis blackens their face and throat, blinds their eyes. At night, the grease, remaining in the ear folds, in spite of the vapour baths, runs on the master's pillow. -Soldiers from the garrison, who had raped one of those females, were thrown in the swimming pools and died under the slaves' cold gaze. Rebels seldom came to Titov Veles ; those of the lower classes feared them, drunkenness and vice had changed them into cattle : one couldn't even distinguish them any more from the animals they mated with ; dying from the same epidemics, they crawled under the eucalypti ; they had enough to eat ; but, gradually, the craftsmen, the merchants would leave their shops, go up to their rooms and lie down, their animals or their children between their thighs. +Soldiers from the garrison, who had raped one of those females, were thrown in the swimming pools and died under the slaves' cold gaze. Rebels seldom came to Titov Veles ; those of the lower classes feared them, drunkenness and vice had changed them into cattle~: one couldn't even distinguish them any more from the animals they mated with ; dying from the same epidemics, they crawled under the eucalypti ; they had enough to eat ; but, gradually, the craftsmen, the merchants would leave their shops, go up to their rooms and lie down, their animals or their children between their thighs. The rebels thus killed a few in their bed ; the bodies with their throat slit open would then stay for months, rotting on the straw mattresses, swarms of shiny flies came and went between the windows, the children who caught these flies, blood spurted out on their fingers ; birds too, vultures or crows, pushed the shutters and, flapping their wings loudly, threw themselves on those sprawled corpses ; some rebels, excited by anger, went to take away those corpses, they then came out of the houses, mouth, nostrils, eyes blackened with flies, they ran to dive into the river, and long after, their loins would heave from fear and disgust. @@ -5584,9 +5584,9 @@ Xaintrailles takes with him four trucks, two command-cars, two jeeps ; seven pla B\'eja scans the slope of his mountain with binoculars stolen while ransacking the coastal post ; at the end of the cave, experts from the friend country are assembling the pieces of the helicopters ; the airmen play with the rebels at the cave's mouth ; this one, several times attacked, is impregnable for the reason that the planes, hammering it with bombs and tracer bullets, and burning it with streams of napalm, the cave's mouth, happening to face the sea, and being protected under the gorge, the wind from the sea stops the fire and sends the smoke back, and the bombs explode in the gorge's shingle bed. -B\'eja sees the trucks on the road and the planes in the sky ; the convoy stops at an isolated post, hill 720, nicknamed, by the soldiers the Tower of the Pig : the Titov Veles commander had placed there a pig that he owned, for it to get fat, under the care of the soldiers, in the open air ; those same soldiers and the commando platoon, gone up there to mine the massif, one night of drunkenness and hunger, had slit its throat, cut it up and eaten all night, sprawled on the grass around the post. That commander, the following day, went up to the post, and asked to see his pig ; the soldiers showed him the opened fence, saying it had been taken by the rebels, while the cook, with a few soldiers, threw the remains under the stew-pans and buried the bones and shreds of skin, with a hayfork, under the manure. The commander climbed back into his jeep, shoved the driver aside, took the wheel ; at that moment, commando radio operator Thivai's dog, ran to rub itself against the jeep's tyre, holding in its mouth the pig's tail and ears. +B\'eja sees the trucks on the road and the planes in the sky ; the convoy stops at an isolated post, hill 720, nicknamed, by the soldiers the Tower of the Pig~: the Titov Veles commander had placed there a pig that he owned, for it to get fat, under the care of the soldiers, in the open air ; those same soldiers and the commando platoon, gone up there to mine the massif, one night of drunkenness and hunger, had slit its throat, cut it up and eaten all night, sprawled on the grass around the post. That commander, the following day, went up to the post, and asked to see his pig ; the soldiers showed him the opened fence, saying it had been taken by the rebels, while the cook, with a few soldiers, threw the remains under the stew-pans and buried the bones and shreds of skin, with a hayfork, under the manure. The commander climbed back into his jeep, shoved the driver aside, took the wheel ; at that moment, commando radio operator Thivai's dog, ran to rub itself against the jeep's tyre, holding in its mouth the pig's tail and ears. -Around the post lies the village of Thilissi, several times ransacked by the rebels : that village, famous in all the island of Inamenas, and as far as Ecbatane, for its pottery and for its blankets, was inhabited by very handsome people, covered with jewels and speaking only in poems. At the beginning of the century, those from Titov Veles, had tried to submit them to their martial law, the children had been captured and taken down to Titov Veles, their head shaven, and were placed in the army barracks, but their hands could not hold and handle the weapons given to them to defend the republic ; vainly, the rebels, fifty years later had wanted them to regain a freedom which their poems didn't say they had ever lost. Therefore, they had, during daytime, surrounded the village, burned the houses, the workshops, the cattle, which were running away in the meadows, while they set fire to the bramble, the haystacks, the fruit trees ; butchered with an axe, ten children lying in their cradles, at the entrance of the small gardens ; the occupation army, then, was distributing sacks of wheat, soldiers adopted the children of those who had been slaughtered and took care of them in the post, but, neither the orphans, nor the widows, would reveal the rebels' hiding place, for the reason that they saw them only during slaughter. +Around the post lies the village of Thilissi, several times ransacked by the rebels~: that village, famous in all the island of Inamenas, and as far as Ecbatane, for its pottery and for its blankets, was inhabited by very handsome people, covered with jewels and speaking only in poems. At the beginning of the century, those from Titov Veles, had tried to submit them to their martial law, the children had been captured and taken down to Titov Veles, their head shaven, and were placed in the army barracks, but their hands could not hold and handle the weapons given to them to defend the republic ; vainly, the rebels, fifty years later had wanted them to regain a freedom which their poems didn't say they had ever lost. Therefore, they had, during daytime, surrounded the village, burned the houses, the workshops, the cattle, which were running away in the meadows, while they set fire to the bramble, the haystacks, the fruit trees ; butchered with an axe, ten children lying in their cradles, at the entrance of the small gardens ; the occupation army, then, was distributing sacks of wheat, soldiers adopted the children of those who had been slaughtered and took care of them in the post, but, neither the orphans, nor the widows, would reveal the rebels' hiding place, for the reason that they saw them only during slaughter. That people worshipped a cloud, at the bottom of the sky, always gilded by the sun ; they called it the Rock of the Gods. @@ -5594,7 +5594,7 @@ The soldiers, having come down to Thilissi, go and drink, under a palm roof, a p Virido, Winnetou, Succinio, lying under the roof, mouth scented with wine and honey, stomach appeased, fall asleep, their weapons laid on the damp straw ; jackals assault the walls of houses on the village border, claw the saltpetre and roll on their back, with cries of terror ; towards the top of the village, on the rampart walk of the fortified post, the sentry drags his hand on the wall bristling with glass points. Inside the barrackroom, a soldier lays a child on the straw mattress of a comrade slaughtered by the rebels ; he undresses the child, rolls him in the blanket ; on the table, in the pools of coffee, a closed film magazine, is bathing, ink mixes with coffee ; the soldier bends over the child, draws a cross on his forehead, the child, his eyes wide open, pulls his hand from under the blanket, touches the soldier's arm ; the soldier straightens himself up, he goes to sit on the stool, takes the film magazine, shakes it, opens it, reads it under the flickering light ; when the light goes out, he sticks the wire again in the battery hole ; the sentry stops at the door, other soldiers arrive, with shrill voices, their shirt opened, some of them with bare feet, the sentry puts a finger on his mouth, the soldiers then become silent, they enter the room, undress in the dark, lie down and dream, knees raised, hand fiddling with the little chain around their neck. -Virido, and some of the soldiers involved in the operation, have installed their camp beds in the post's attic, under the watchtower towards which one climbs through a latch in the roof of that same attic ; they lie down, they fight, roll on the camp beds, paint themselves, they sew up their battledress ; the post's chief, a young volunteer sergeant, who came back from Titov Veles with Xaintrailles --- his chiefs assembled in a martial court forgave him the murder of a soldier who refused to go and fight --- enters the kitchen where Pino is washing the dishes with his assistants and the post's cooks. He's drunk, he holds a bottle of liquor in his hand, he grabs a knife on the table, he pricks Pino's buttocks, those of the other cooks, who don't move : \speech{Leave him alone, he's drunk, it will pass away.} +Virido, and some of the soldiers involved in the operation, have installed their camp beds in the post's attic, under the watchtower towards which one climbs through a latch in the roof of that same attic ; they lie down, they fight, roll on the camp beds, paint themselves, they sew up their battledress ; the post's chief, a young volunteer sergeant, who came back from Titov Veles with Xaintrailles --- his chiefs assembled in a martial court forgave him the murder of a soldier who refused to go and fight --- enters the kitchen where Pino is washing the dishes with his assistants and the post's cooks. He's drunk, he holds a bottle of liquor in his hand, he grabs a knife on the table, he pricks Pino's buttocks, those of the other cooks, who don't move~: \speech{Leave him alone, he's drunk, it will pass away.} The sergeant drags the blade across the nape of Pino whose face is shrouded with steam and sweat~: @@ -5618,11 +5618,11 @@ And he jumps into his jeep, he strikes in the forehead the sergeant held by the \bigbreak -B\'eja has the helicopters taken out of the cave : they are pushed on side of the mountain facing the sea. The soldiers, leaning at the windows, at the walls of the rampart walk, shrug their shoulders ; nipples hooked to the saltpetre, they spit down below on the jeep's bonnet ; the commander looks up, the soldiers crouch down, the commander turns back~: +B\'eja has the helicopters taken out of the cave~: they are pushed on side of the mountain facing the sea. The soldiers, leaning at the windows, at the walls of the rampart walk, shrug their shoulders ; nipples hooked to the saltpetre, they spit down below on the jeep's bonnet ; the commander looks up, the soldiers crouch down, the commander turns back~: --- You, Hermione, wipe that spittle shining under the moon. -The commando jumps from the jeep, he takes the rag handed to him by the commander, wipes the spittle : he has two scars on his lips. +The commando jumps from the jeep, he takes the rag handed to him by the commander, wipes the spittle~: he has two scars on his lips. --- Hermione, you've soiled your battledress again. When will you find the time and how, to take a slave~? @@ -5658,15 +5658,15 @@ He sees embers flash and burn out through that smoke, his lips open, blood spurt B\'eja turns away ; he looks up, sees the blue sky, free ; reverberation of blood and tears, and vibration of the planes, he wipes the sweat off his forehead with his bloodstained wrist. The soldiers, surrounded, are moving back ; one by one, they get slaughtered, on the rebels' shoes --- which they dispatch the soldiers with --- are stuck shreds of flesh and tufts of hair. -The planes machine-gun the rebels hiding under the overhangs, their own machine-guns pointed at the sky from the chimneys in the wall. A squadron flies over Inamenas ; in the capital, soldiers, servants, city officials, throw pails on the small blazes ; the firemen water the ruins of the palaces : the governor, after coming out of his blazing room, runs on the terrace, his smashed arms dangling on his hips : Serge and Emilienne, burnt alive in their boat, in the harbour on fire, are rattling, under the smoke ; a smell of grilled fish floats on the smoky city ; riding the walls of palaces and barracks, soldiers, servants, children, priests charred in their flight ; poking them with long poles, rescuers topple them down, the raised ash falls back on the rescuers' faces ; in the harbour, ships are burning, flames run on the waves ; in the ruins of the warehouses, crates of food, sacks of wheat burst, under the high gates, the jets of water wash the charred bodies of beggars and children caught in their sleep, in their fever, by fire ; in the upper city the trees are burning ; cherry trees, their boughs bent over the orchards keeping their fruit undamaged and covered with dew, while the boughs bending over the street crumble in ashes on the asphalt. +The planes machine-gun the rebels hiding under the overhangs, their own machine-guns pointed at the sky from the chimneys in the wall. A squadron flies over Inamenas ; in the capital, soldiers, servants, city officials, throw pails on the small blazes ; the firemen water the ruins of the palaces~: the governor, after coming out of his blazing room, runs on the terrace, his smashed arms dangling on his hips~: Serge and Emilienne, burnt alive in their boat, in the harbour on fire, are rattling, under the smoke ; a smell of grilled fish floats on the smoky city ; riding the walls of palaces and barracks, soldiers, servants, children, priests charred in their flight ; poking them with long poles, rescuers topple them down, the raised ash falls back on the rescuers' faces ; in the harbour, ships are burning, flames run on the waves ; in the ruins of the warehouses, crates of food, sacks of wheat burst, under the high gates, the jets of water wash the charred bodies of beggars and children caught in their sleep, in their fever, by fire ; in the upper city the trees are burning ; cherry trees, their boughs bent over the orchards keeping their fruit undamaged and covered with dew, while the boughs bending over the street crumble in ashes on the asphalt. B\'eja jumps in his helicopter, he rushes to Inamenas where the rebels, swarming from the slums, attack the rescuers, against the palace walls ; B\'eja, his three men bending in the cabin, flies over the river, the estuary, the aircraft lands on the shore ; B\'eja and his three men, running on the sand, laugh, cry, tremble ; a flight of purple birds passes over their heads with a small noise of wings and cries. B\'eja and his men follow the line of rubbish piles to the slums ; Kment is waiting for B\'eja in front of the brothels ; B\'eja enters with his three men, they kill all the clients in the common hall and in the rooms, throw the bodies out of the windows ; the recruiters flee through the garden, go down to the cellars, Kment, Draga, Petrilion lead B\'eja to the hut, B\'eja and his men open the hatch, they run through the storerooms, they see the recruiters hiding behind the pile of empty bottles, they pull them, brain them, they drag them out of the storerooms, B\'eja, his foot slides, gets entangled in the tent canvas, he looks down, sees the fresh blood, the dried sperm, the dog's hair, the child's locks, he strikes the recruiter, sets his foot on his throat ; the recruiters are hoisted up in the garden, left in the custody of five rebels, young ones, escaped from the brothel before Petrilion arrived. -Giauhare leaning on Kment's shoulder, walks through the bro\-thel, Draga appears, she looks down ; Draga bends over, kisses her on the nape. B\'eja walks up to the upper city : the soldiers are rising in mutiny, pillage the archbishop's palace, kill the new black young man who locked himself up in the dormitory, with his little castrati. Ism\`{e}ne comes down the brothel staircase, she passes in front of Kment, naked, her body soiled with sperm, wine, spittle, Giauhare, buries her head in Kment's shoulder, then, all of a sudden, takes Ism\`{e}ne in her arms, kisses her cheeks, licks her forehead, her ears, her eyelids. B\'eja meets groups of soldiers, arms loaded with ammunition crates ; in the small gardens, soldiers butcher hens, rabbits, snap flowers, stick them in their buttonhole ; B\'eja enters the ruins of the government palace ; the governor walks among the ruins, he takes B\'eja's arm~: +Giauhare leaning on Kment's shoulder, walks through the bro\-thel, Draga appears, she looks down ; Draga bends over, kisses her on the nape. B\'eja walks up to the upper city~: the soldiers are rising in mutiny, pillage the archbishop's palace, kill the new black young man who locked himself up in the dormitory, with his little castrati. Ism\`{e}ne comes down the brothel staircase, she passes in front of Kment, naked, her body soiled with sperm, wine, spittle, Giauhare, buries her head in Kment's shoulder, then, all of a sudden, takes Ism\`{e}ne in her arms, kisses her cheeks, licks her forehead, her ears, her eyelids. B\'eja meets groups of soldiers, arms loaded with ammunition crates ; in the small gardens, soldiers butcher hens, rabbits, snap flowers, stick them in their buttonhole ; B\'eja enters the ruins of the government palace ; the governor walks among the ruins, he takes B\'eja's arm~: --- I know you, here is the palace I've been wishing to give you back, out of justice, ever since I came. Take it. -He goes away. He crosses the blackened courtyard, passes under the portal's arch, and disappears in the smoke. B\'eja walks up the steps cluttered with charred furniture, slashed bodies, his hand slips, trembles on the marble balustrade ; upstairs, he gazes out of the window, columns of smoke are moving up towards the mountains ; the Pier, the Admiralty are still burning in full noon. B\'eja climbs the palace facade, tears off the Ecbatane flag, hands to the staff some torn and soiled underpants he found in the brothel ; then he goes down again, the mutinous soldiers come to him, lead him to the engine sheds, the armouries, the ammunition storerooms, the rebels rejoin B\'eja ; in the gorge, under the hail of bullets, rebels leap from one overhang to another, the tracer bullets tear off the tufts of grass, smash the stones ; a bullet pierces the feet of a leaping rebel, he falls, face on the ground, another bullet pierces his nape ; the back, the shoulders, the loins jump ; the planes warned of B\'eja's victory, come closer down ; half of the squadron dives towards Inamenas ; the other half flies over the gorge, hunts down the rebels trapped down there. The planes skirt round Inamenas, try to land at the airport, but it is in the hands of the rebels and the mutinous soldiers : officers, petty officers, soldiers remained faithful are double-locked in the hangars ; on the ground, the rebels put up the machine-guns, fire, some planes are shot down, they fall in the marshes bordering the runway ; the grass catches fire, a petrol tank blazes up with a muffled noise ; the intact planes fly up high in the sky, they assemble, decide by radio to cross the sea. +He goes away. He crosses the blackened courtyard, passes under the portal's arch, and disappears in the smoke. B\'eja walks up the steps cluttered with charred furniture, slashed bodies, his hand slips, trembles on the marble balustrade ; upstairs, he gazes out of the window, columns of smoke are moving up towards the mountains ; the Pier, the Admiralty are still burning in full noon. B\'eja climbs the palace facade, tears off the Ecbatane flag, hands to the staff some torn and soiled underpants he found in the brothel ; then he goes down again, the mutinous soldiers come to him, lead him to the engine sheds, the armouries, the ammunition storerooms, the rebels rejoin B\'eja ; in the gorge, under the hail of bullets, rebels leap from one overhang to another, the tracer bullets tear off the tufts of grass, smash the stones ; a bullet pierces the feet of a leaping rebel, he falls, face on the ground, another bullet pierces his nape ; the back, the shoulders, the loins jump ; the planes warned of B\'eja's victory, come closer down ; half of the squadron dives towards Inamenas ; the other half flies over the gorge, hunts down the rebels trapped down there. The planes skirt round Inamenas, try to land at the airport, but it is in the hands of the rebels and the mutinous soldiers~: officers, petty officers, soldiers remained faithful are double-locked in the hangars ; on the ground, the rebels put up the machine-guns, fire, some planes are shot down, they fall in the marshes bordering the runway ; the grass catches fire, a petrol tank blazes up with a muffled noise ; the intact planes fly up high in the sky, they assemble, decide by radio to cross the sea. --- Let's flee to Ecbatane and come back here in full force. @@ -5674,15 +5674,15 @@ He goes away. He crosses the blackened courtyard, passes under the portal's arch Three planes break away from the group, they dive towards the airport, machine-gun it, but the violent and regular shots from the rebels hiding on the ground riddle the planes ; two of them blaze up and fall straight in the marshes, metal plates bounce on metal plates, an airman, half-charred, jumps out of the scrap heap, slides on a wing, the sticking out wing tip decapitates him. The third plane hit, tail in flames, flees horizontally, whirling, it cuts the tops of a little wood of eucalypti on the bank of the river and dives whistling into the dead water which closes up immediately over the incandescent carcass\ldots -On the ground, the rebels embrace each other, shout, bite each other's arms ; soldiers bring basketfuls of brioches pillaged at the mess. The rebels invade the city, they slaughter the liberal politicians in their jails : those politicians, arms raised, groan, protest their revolutionary conviction, throw themselves in the rebels' arms to kiss them. +On the ground, the rebels embrace each other, shout, bite each other's arms ; soldiers bring basketfuls of brioches pillaged at the mess. The rebels invade the city, they slaughter the liberal politicians in their jails~: those politicians, arms raised, groan, protest their revolutionary conviction, throw themselves in the rebels' arms to kiss them. But B\'eja has ordered the slaughter of all settlers, with the exception of the governor who is to commit suicide. B\'eja, Illiten having been killed for being too mild, intends to govern only a miserable people ; he's only interested in the crowd. He will order the destruction of all towns of Inamenas, will tear away the children from their mothers, abolish the principles of family, affection and property. His rabble, with children's brows, he'll throw them upon the barricades in Titov Veles. He sits down in the governor's office ; with his hand he wipes the ashes off the table, he flings his foot on the table, two rebels, standing at the door, rifle in hand, rise on their heels, look through the landing window. -The youths from Inamenas, led by Saint-Gall, flee to the Royal Inamenas ; Saint-Gall, with a kick of his sole, kills the old woman janitor, buries her body under the ruins : all assemble in the cellars, count their weapons, their hand grenades ; Saint-Gall summons in a small storeroom a restricted council, orders the slaughter of the weakest individuals, the council comes out, Saint-Gall points out the victims, his lieutenants overpower them, push them in the central corridor, against the ladders, they aim their guns at them, they fire, the boys collapse, run along the rungs of the ladders, some girls fling themselves on them, moaning. +The youths from Inamenas, led by Saint-Gall, flee to the Royal Inamenas ; Saint-Gall, with a kick of his sole, kills the old woman janitor, buries her body under the ruins~: all assemble in the cellars, count their weapons, their hand grenades ; Saint-Gall summons in a small storeroom a restricted council, orders the slaughter of the weakest individuals, the council comes out, Saint-Gall points out the victims, his lieutenants overpower them, push them in the central corridor, against the ladders, they aim their guns at them, they fire, the boys collapse, run along the rungs of the ladders, some girls fling themselves on them, moaning. -Saint-Gall orders a withdrawal under the central wing, he takes the girls by the wrists, he drags them along ; rats, at the moment the boys close the corridor doors, come out of the holes, the heaps of canvas, bedsprings, burst mattresses, jump on the bodies, bite the throat of the dying : one rat lays its paw on a burning cartridge case, it squeaks, turns in circles, lifting its shaking paw. Saint-Gall disposes his boys at the windows, the ventilators, Fabienne, her hand around the boy's waist, with the other hand she strokes his hair ; Saint-Gall, between two orders, holds the girl tight in his arms~: +Saint-Gall orders a withdrawal under the central wing, he takes the girls by the wrists, he drags them along ; rats, at the moment the boys close the corridor doors, come out of the holes, the heaps of canvas, bedsprings, burst mattresses, jump on the bodies, bite the throat of the dying~: one rat lays its paw on a burning cartridge case, it squeaks, turns in circles, lifting its shaking paw. Saint-Gall disposes his boys at the windows, the ventilators, Fabienne, her hand around the boy's waist, with the other hand she strokes his hair ; Saint-Gall, between two orders, holds the girl tight in his arms~: --- Tonight I leave the hotel, I go to the Ryswick cape, alone. @@ -5690,11 +5690,11 @@ Saint-Gall orders a withdrawal under the central wing, he takes the girls by the --- Pierzinski, take command. I'll be back before dawn. -Saint-Gall, at nightfall slips out of the luxury hotel, he runs towards the sea ; the top of the beach is littered with mating bodies, their arms and legs, smeared with sperm and blood sparkle under the moon ; in the middle of the night he rushes into the villa's garden ; in the hall, his foot slides in a pool of blood, he climbs the marble staircase ; a shadow runs across the first landing, Saint-Gall fires, the shadow collapses, Saint-Gall moves forward, his foot strikes a small quivering body, he bends down, a trickle of blood runs on his foot, he turns the head over, then the whole body, that of a child clutching in his hand a silver candlestick, Saint-Gall strikes him in the head with his pistol butt, pushes the body rolling down the stairs ; he rushes into the vestibule, he pushes the door of the first room, he enters, the switch has been ripped off, Saint-Gall gets closer to the bed, draws the curtains aside : his father's sister, whom the Inamenas youths call the Relative, is lying on the ravaged bed, her hand caught in the canopy's ropes ; Saint-Gall pulls that hand, the body falls back on the bloodstained sheets, Saint-Gall lifts the dress, the uncovered cunt is bruised, scored with nail and teeth marks. Saint-Gall moves to the window : down below, the deserted harbour shines under the moon, the small waves shake the chain links on the pier : rich and idle, the Relative had a harbour built, and warehouses, docks, a whole town around them, terraced on the hills along the coast ; but her intendants, her slaves, had in vain scoured the villages, the deserts of the island ; in vain, she herself had written to merchants and shipowners in the island and abroad asking their boats to put into her port ; only one family, dragged from the Guildo desert, under Thilissi, accepted to come and live in Ryswick. They were installed in the town's most beautiful house, every morning slaves brought them fruit, cooked dishes, wines, children came to play with the Relative's dogs, monkeys and birds. Then one morning, the family, overwhelmed by boredom, disappeared. The Relative shut herself up forever behind the high walls of her villa ; the Inamenas mayor --- five years before the rebellion's beginning --- having, one winter day, sent her two young flute players, she listened to them then, immediately after, had their legs smashed, to take revenge for the capital and the radiance of its harbour. She had nevertheless become fond of her nephew Saint-Gall, often inviting him to Ryswick, enjoyed his presence during the day, and would send him back in the evening to Inamenas, all swollen with caresses and sugar ; one evening, she noticed he was becoming a young man, fire rose to her cheeks, she kept the child for dinner and during the night, deflowered him. The boy did not come back but he would send short letters, drawings, poems, little clay statues. +Saint-Gall, at nightfall slips out of the luxury hotel, he runs towards the sea ; the top of the beach is littered with mating bodies, their arms and legs, smeared with sperm and blood sparkle under the moon ; in the middle of the night he rushes into the villa's garden ; in the hall, his foot slides in a pool of blood, he climbs the marble staircase ; a shadow runs across the first landing, Saint-Gall fires, the shadow collapses, Saint-Gall moves forward, his foot strikes a small quivering body, he bends down, a trickle of blood runs on his foot, he turns the head over, then the whole body, that of a child clutching in his hand a silver candlestick, Saint-Gall strikes him in the head with his pistol butt, pushes the body rolling down the stairs ; he rushes into the vestibule, he pushes the door of the first room, he enters, the switch has been ripped off, Saint-Gall gets closer to the bed, draws the curtains aside~: his father's sister, whom the Inamenas youths call the Relative, is lying on the ravaged bed, her hand caught in the canopy's ropes ; Saint-Gall pulls that hand, the body falls back on the bloodstained sheets, Saint-Gall lifts the dress, the uncovered cunt is bruised, scored with nail and teeth marks. Saint-Gall moves to the window~: down below, the deserted harbour shines under the moon, the small waves shake the chain links on the pier~: rich and idle, the Relative had a harbour built, and warehouses, docks, a whole town around them, terraced on the hills along the coast ; but her intendants, her slaves, had in vain scoured the villages, the deserts of the island ; in vain, she herself had written to merchants and shipowners in the island and abroad asking their boats to put into her port ; only one family, dragged from the Guildo desert, under Thilissi, accepted to come and live in Ryswick. They were installed in the town's most beautiful house, every morning slaves brought them fruit, cooked dishes, wines, children came to play with the Relative's dogs, monkeys and birds. Then one morning, the family, overwhelmed by boredom, disappeared. The Relative shut herself up forever behind the high walls of her villa ; the Inamenas mayor --- five years before the rebellion's beginning --- having, one winter day, sent her two young flute players, she listened to them then, immediately after, had their legs smashed, to take revenge for the capital and the radiance of its harbour. She had nevertheless become fond of her nephew Saint-Gall, often inviting him to Ryswick, enjoyed his presence during the day, and would send him back in the evening to Inamenas, all swollen with caresses and sugar ; one evening, she noticed he was becoming a young man, fire rose to her cheeks, she kept the child for dinner and during the night, deflowered him. The boy did not come back but he would send short letters, drawings, poems, little clay statues. -Saint-Gall sits down before the desk, with its flap shining in the moonlight, he opens the drawers, he unrolls a paper tied with a gilded thread, reads to the bottom of the page, gets up, places the sheet in a beam of light, leans his elbow to the window ledge : \speech{\ldots\ to my slaves, the whip. To my nephew, as a salary for his virginity that I took from him against his will, the orangeries I own in Loutrakion, so that his sweaty and quivering body wander there amidst their fragrance\ldots\ to my intendants, they'll mention themselves in the will\ldots} +Saint-Gall sits down before the desk, with its flap shining in the moonlight, he opens the drawers, he unrolls a paper tied with a gilded thread, reads to the bottom of the page, gets up, places the sheet in a beam of light, leans his elbow to the window ledge~: \speech{\ldots\ to my slaves, the whip. To my nephew, as a salary for his virginity that I took from him against his will, the orangeries I own in Loutrakion, so that his sweaty and quivering body wander there amidst their fragrance\ldots\ to my intendants, they'll mention themselves in the will\ldots} -Saint-Gall folds the paper, he thrusts it in his pocket, he leaves the room ; in the stairs, the body, which he forgot, makes him fall, his chin hits the marble step, his broken teeth, he spits them out with the blood, he goes down into the gardens, he strokes the top of the boxtrees, bends over a large flower : \speech{a lily} and drinks the dew from the shivering petals. At dawn, he runs, between the hotel's brambles, he goes up into the central wing ; all the boys and all the girls lie with their throat slit open, on the spot where they fought ; Saint-Gall chokes, he walks on tiptoe between the toppled bodies, kneeling, their face turned towards dawn and moist with dew, on their foreheads, on their intact clothes mixed with blood. Saint-Gall does not dare touch these motionless heads, these eyelids open on eyes still fresh, these livid lips, their hair alone touched and twisted by the hand of the slaughterers ; Saint-Gall goes down again, gets on his motorbike, returns to Inamenas, the motorbike moves forward over heaps of naked and torn bodies ; the dogs, which are lifting them, growl, leap at Saint-Gall's bare legs, his shoulders are frozen, blood sticks his nipples to his shirt soaked with dew and sweat ; monkeys, come down from the mountain, as in the time of epidemics, wander in groups through the alleys, hair wet and gilded by dawn ; on their hands, ribbons, tufts of woman's hair, they move aside before the motorbike, hold out their arms, their claws brush Saint-Gall's shoulders ; they shake their head, the sun pounces on Saint-Gall, the saddle and the petrol tank burn his thighs and his cock crushed under the light shorts ; Saint-Gall stops his motorbike, strokes the heads of the cooing monkeys, then, he throws his bike forward, the wheel squashes the paw of one monkey, who raises his fist, takes its paws in its hands, parts the fingers, rubs the phalanx, lays the paw on the ground again, shouts, waves its hands against its cheeks, takes its paw again, sits down back to the wall, licks the underside of its paw ; Saint-Gall stops the motorbike in front of the house ; in the garden, the flowers, the shrubs are burnt ; on the entrance steps, his father's naked body, throat slit open, head folded under the shoulders, legs caught in the balustrade's rose trees, penis curled up on the lower abdomen ; Saint-Gall lets go of the motorbike, he bends over, he lifts the shoulders, takes the head, drags the corpse to the top of the steps, lays the head in the ravaged livingroom, on the flap of a desk, he lies down on the white bear fur, rolls on the side, falls asleep. +Saint-Gall folds the paper, he thrusts it in his pocket, he leaves the room ; in the stairs, the body, which he forgot, makes him fall, his chin hits the marble step, his broken teeth, he spits them out with the blood, he goes down into the gardens, he strokes the top of the boxtrees, bends over a large flower~: \speech{a lily} and drinks the dew from the shivering petals. At dawn, he runs, between the hotel's brambles, he goes up into the central wing ; all the boys and all the girls lie with their throat slit open, on the spot where they fought ; Saint-Gall chokes, he walks on tiptoe between the toppled bodies, kneeling, their face turned towards dawn and moist with dew, on their foreheads, on their intact clothes mixed with blood. Saint-Gall does not dare touch these motionless heads, these eyelids open on eyes still fresh, these livid lips, their hair alone touched and twisted by the hand of the slaughterers ; Saint-Gall goes down again, gets on his motorbike, returns to Inamenas, the motorbike moves forward over heaps of naked and torn bodies ; the dogs, which are lifting them, growl, leap at Saint-Gall's bare legs, his shoulders are frozen, blood sticks his nipples to his shirt soaked with dew and sweat ; monkeys, come down from the mountain, as in the time of epidemics, wander in groups through the alleys, hair wet and gilded by dawn ; on their hands, ribbons, tufts of woman's hair, they move aside before the motorbike, hold out their arms, their claws brush Saint-Gall's shoulders ; they shake their head, the sun pounces on Saint-Gall, the saddle and the petrol tank burn his thighs and his cock crushed under the light shorts ; Saint-Gall stops his motorbike, strokes the heads of the cooing monkeys, then, he throws his bike forward, the wheel squashes the paw of one monkey, who raises his fist, takes its paws in its hands, parts the fingers, rubs the phalanx, lays the paw on the ground again, shouts, waves its hands against its cheeks, takes its paw again, sits down back to the wall, licks the underside of its paw ; Saint-Gall stops the motorbike in front of the house ; in the garden, the flowers, the shrubs are burnt ; on the entrance steps, his father's naked body, throat slit open, head folded under the shoulders, legs caught in the balustrade's rose trees, penis curled up on the lower abdomen ; Saint-Gall lets go of the motorbike, he bends over, he lifts the shoulders, takes the head, drags the corpse to the top of the steps, lays the head in the ravaged livingroom, on the flap of a desk, he lies down on the white bear fur, rolls on the side, falls asleep. B\'eja, lying on Serge's bed, guarded by ten rebels, awakens, he gets up, removes his clothes, takes a shower, shaves with Serge's razor, combs himself with his comb ; he goes round the room, his hand on the window ledge, strokes the Virginian creeper ; on the bookcase, topples all the books, all the records, the record player is on, B\'eja moves the pickup arm, twists it, pulls it off, throws it under his shoe and crushes it. Then, he gets down into the garden, goes and sits on a marble bench looking down upon the city and the harbour, his guards follow him. He sees the streets, the deserted avenues, opened on the sea, a few children only are bathing in the blue water then, with their swimming trunks wet, squat down on the rocks under the jetty, pull out crabs, hold each other's hand, in the crevices. @@ -5712,7 +5712,7 @@ Pino holds his breath, his throat throbs against the greasy bottom of a Norwegia Outside, the soldiers, caught by the fire, jump from the attic windows ; down below, are held up the rebels' daggers, they impale themselves there, dragging the rebels down in their fall ; those who, only unconscious, are still alive, the rebels, just bending lightly, stab their back or their heart ; the courtyard echoes with a thousand cries, sighs, calls, groans, rattles ; the purple birds, come down from the gorge with the rebels, roll in the blood, cheep ; knife blows, now and then, cut them in two ; in the kitchen, Pino, disarmed, slashed through and through, rattles under the feet of two rebels, his legs where shreds of battledress are stuck, by blood, lie on the heap of tumbled pans, the handle of a large frying pan sticks out between his thighs ; ashes, embers fly out of the attic, fall back on the rebels' bodies, shoulders and hair ; in the kitchen outhouse, the quarters of meat collapse, the blood stops the fire ; the rebels stick their knives in the meat, roasted, tear pieces off and gobble them up, from the point of their knives, then, turning back, sink those same fuming blades into Pino's quivering body, the blades tear the bones, make a grinding sound on the throat muscles ; a rebel squatting, Pino's head squeezed between his thighs, pulls the soldier's head ; Pino yells, rattles, the rebel pulls, spits, then, getting up, he leans his foot on Pino's shoulder, lifts the head and in one go, tears it off ; he takes it by the ears, and dancing, buttocks rolling, back undulating, kisses it on the mouth and rests it on his shoulder. -The rebels, teeth gripping bloody bones, hardly roasted, wipe their hands on that head, laugh, belch, lips brushing the hair pulled out in tufts, then, the rebel throws the head in the air, all push it with their foot, out into the courtyard where they play with it, in the blood and ashes, with shouts and hoarse laughter ; the women and children they pushed before them as shields, escape, but bullets knock them down against the barrier ; a child, head caught in the lever, screams ; a rebel comes, raises the barrier, the crushed head, makes a grinding sound ; the child's legs give a start, fall back on the ground, livid, muscles tensed ; the rebel lets go of the barrier, the child, his head released, slides along the lever to the ground, where he quivers then relaxes, stiffens : the rebel comes forward, bends over, touches the child's knee, a woman crawls, one hand pressed on the earth, the other covering her forehead, she lets herself roll, beyond the barrier towards the path leading to the village, the rebel throws himself on her, he steps on the woman's dress, he wrings it, he knocks the head over his thigh, he squats down and unbuttoning himself, and tucking up the woman's dress, in the same time he's raping her, he thrusts his dagger in her throat ; another woman flung herself on the child, she covers him with her entire body, licks, nibbles the crushed head, presses it against her mouth, bathes it with her tears and her saliva ; a rebel grabs her by the shoulder, he knocks her down under the barrier, he squats down, the woman gets up again, pushes back the rebel's rifle, and his hands tucking up her dress ; the rebel leans the rifle barrel against the woman's leg, he fires, the bullet smashes the knee, blood gushes out, splashes the rebel's chest ; the woman writhes, the rebel paws the woman's belly, carves it, tears away the lower abdomen, takes out the baby wrapped in the entrails ; he tears the entrails, which wind around his wrist, he spits, he throws his wrist, the entrails whip the dust, the rebel plunges both his hands, assembles the baby's still supple limbs, lifts them up in both his hands, the woman moans, her feet rub the dust, her fingers gently claw the rebel's arms. He lays the baby on the mother's half-exposed breasts, opens her mouth with both his hands, the baby slides in the dust, the rebel, with one hand grabs the head, which he pushes into the mother's open mouth, then, he gets up, he tramples the little body which the mother swallows, he tramples the woman's gluey mouth ; the other rebels are wolfing the roasted meat. +The rebels, teeth gripping bloody bones, hardly roasted, wipe their hands on that head, laugh, belch, lips brushing the hair pulled out in tufts, then, the rebel throws the head in the air, all push it with their foot, out into the courtyard where they play with it, in the blood and ashes, with shouts and hoarse laughter ; the women and children they pushed before them as shields, escape, but bullets knock them down against the barrier ; a child, head caught in the lever, screams ; a rebel comes, raises the barrier, the crushed head, makes a grinding sound ; the child's legs give a start, fall back on the ground, livid, muscles tensed ; the rebel lets go of the barrier, the child, his head released, slides along the lever to the ground, where he quivers then relaxes, stiffens~: the rebel comes forward, bends over, touches the child's knee, a woman crawls, one hand pressed on the earth, the other covering her forehead, she lets herself roll, beyond the barrier towards the path leading to the village, the rebel throws himself on her, he steps on the woman's dress, he wrings it, he knocks the head over his thigh, he squats down and unbuttoning himself, and tucking up the woman's dress, in the same time he's raping her, he thrusts his dagger in her throat ; another woman flung herself on the child, she covers him with her entire body, licks, nibbles the crushed head, presses it against her mouth, bathes it with her tears and her saliva ; a rebel grabs her by the shoulder, he knocks her down under the barrier, he squats down, the woman gets up again, pushes back the rebel's rifle, and his hands tucking up her dress ; the rebel leans the rifle barrel against the woman's leg, he fires, the bullet smashes the knee, blood gushes out, splashes the rebel's chest ; the woman writhes, the rebel paws the woman's belly, carves it, tears away the lower abdomen, takes out the baby wrapped in the entrails ; he tears the entrails, which wind around his wrist, he spits, he throws his wrist, the entrails whip the dust, the rebel plunges both his hands, assembles the baby's still supple limbs, lifts them up in both his hands, the woman moans, her feet rub the dust, her fingers gently claw the rebel's arms. He lays the baby on the mother's half-exposed breasts, opens her mouth with both his hands, the baby slides in the dust, the rebel, with one hand grabs the head, which he pushes into the mother's open mouth, then, he gets up, he tramples the little body which the mother swallows, he tramples the woman's gluey mouth ; the other rebels are wolfing the roasted meat. A few houses they set fire to at the bottom of the village burn, crumble at the border of the fields ; the villagers flee to the forests, the rebels scatter in the houses, set fire to the workshops, huddle in the women's dresses, topple over the oil jars, smash the looms, wind the threads around their heads, bite the fruit, throw it away, barely tasted, in the blazes, tear the meat and the bread in the pantries, lie down on the straw mattresses, get up again, burst them with the point of their knives. The reinforcements from Titov Veles are assembled on the square, Nik\'e slips between the trucks, holds out her arms to the soldiers who pull at them, the girl climbs on the tyre, the soldiers stroke her hair, her shoulders, her breasts ; the soldiers from the other truck grab her waist by the back of the shorts and draw her towards them, she struggles ; a soldier comes down from the truck, plunges his head under the girl's arched buttocks, sinks his head between the thighs, kisses the exposed navel, he pulls the girl away, carries her on his shoulders, to the other truck, the girl holding his hair and licking his cock crushed against her chin, the girl's legs crossed in the soldier's back ; she feels the soldier's laugh and his tongue tremble against her cunt, his saliva moistens the shorts ; the soldier carries her behind the truck, he knocks her down under him, in the dust, he fucks her on the burning pavement, she cries under the shock, she drinks the tears, his lips run on the girl's chest, nibble the unbuttoned blouse, entirely folded back, crumpled under the armpits ; on the breasts that he takes in his mouth, and sucks with a persistent blink ; the girl's hair, unfastened, rolls in the dust~: @@ -5740,7 +5740,7 @@ He embraces you, he presses you against him, he pulls at your cock, he tucks it His thighs rub your buttocks, he withdraws his cock from your asshole, widened, bruised ; he kicks you over on your bed, then he comes back to mine, bends over and thrusts between my worried lips his cock still hot, where I recognize your baby smell ; you writhe on your bed, groaning, your fist between your buttocks, closing them over your inflamed asshole\ldots -Awake, sweat sticks my body against the leather, they drink champagne, they caress Ainu girls, they pull them into cabins with mahogany doors, they scream, blood runs under the door ; he pours champagne on my chest, they throw each other the shreds of my shorts and my shirt : a guard comes out of a cabin, his battledress smeared with blood, and sperm, on the thighs, the Ainu girl trembles on the sofa, under the neon light ; naked, the guard's cap on her shaven head. The boot of a guard sprawled in the armchair crushes my cock on my thigh : a priest passes by on the balcony, recites his breviary in a low voice, the sky's blood reddens his wrist ; dawn ices my naked body, the priest, seeing me, raises his cassock, and, roaring with laughter, shakes his long and thin cock ; the smell pricks my nostrils ; in the harbour, ships bringing wheat and sugar are machine-gunned by the guards, they blaze up, they flame in the veiled daylight, the smell of grilled wheat and melted sugar rises as far as the balcony ; a black hand grabs the priest's breviary, draws the priest over the balcony, the priest crashes to the wet parvis in front of the basilica, his tucked-up cassock exposing livid thighs, scored with flagellations. +Awake, sweat sticks my body against the leather, they drink champagne, they caress Ainu girls, they pull them into cabins with mahogany doors, they scream, blood runs under the door ; he pours champagne on my chest, they throw each other the shreds of my shorts and my shirt~: a guard comes out of a cabin, his battledress smeared with blood, and sperm, on the thighs, the Ainu girl trembles on the sofa, under the neon light ; naked, the guard's cap on her shaven head. The boot of a guard sprawled in the armchair crushes my cock on my thigh~: a priest passes by on the balcony, recites his breviary in a low voice, the sky's blood reddens his wrist ; dawn ices my naked body, the priest, seeing me, raises his cassock, and, roaring with laughter, shakes his long and thin cock ; the smell pricks my nostrils ; in the harbour, ships bringing wheat and sugar are machine-gunned by the guards, they blaze up, they flame in the veiled daylight, the smell of grilled wheat and melted sugar rises as far as the balcony ; a black hand grabs the priest's breviary, draws the priest over the balcony, the priest crashes to the wet parvis in front of the basilica, his tucked-up cassock exposing livid thighs, scored with flagellations. I get up again, my head hits the edge of the violet marble chimney ; in the fire a priest's head is burning ; on the tonsure, runs the roasted flesh ; the moths are stuck to the window in the grey light of dawn ; a guard gets up, he walks to the window, he strokes the pane. @@ -5748,7 +5748,7 @@ I get up again, my head hits the edge of the violet marble chimney ; in the fire An eagle with golden wings, brushes the pane ; in the distance, on the basilica, a golden bell tolls ; the eagle clings to the pane, the wet belly feathers leaning against the pane at the spot where the guard laid his hand. The door is open, I go down the stairs, I am naked ; outside, those who are digging the snow do not see that I am naked, I run ; Aurelio and my mother, all mixed together ; my hand in the grey water of dawn ; I take the milkpan, I drink the icy milk ; the needle vibrates in my hand, I move towards the bed, I raise my hand, the needle flashes, I thrust it into Aurelio's back, it pierces his heart, sinks into my mother's bosom, pierces her heart and nails both of them to the sheet ; the needle's bail makes a little shiny stain in Aurelio's back ; I have no blood on my hand ; I take my father's photo from the wall, I press it against my chest ; the icy milk runs in my chest\ldots -The girl lifts up Ash's body. A soldier, coming down from the truck, approaches the girl, the cigarette falls in the open tank ; the fire catches like a wave in a crack in the rocks ; the trucks explode ; rifles, soldiers shoot out in the golden air, bloody stumps fall back in the dust, rifles burst high in the smoke ; Titov Veles is in flames : the slaves let themselves be caught and swallowed by fire ; the youths, locked up in the gymnasiums, scream, the glass roofs collapse ; smoke chokes the priests in the temples ; fire catches in the mating sentry boxes, runs up to the slaves' rock, blackens the sacred stone. +The girl lifts up Ash's body. A soldier, coming down from the truck, approaches the girl, the cigarette falls in the open tank ; the fire catches like a wave in a crack in the rocks ; the trucks explode ; rifles, soldiers shoot out in the golden air, bloody stumps fall back in the dust, rifles burst high in the smoke ; Titov Veles is in flames~: the slaves let themselves be caught and swallowed by fire ; the youths, locked up in the gymnasiums, scream, the glass roofs collapse ; smoke chokes the priests in the temples ; fire catches in the mating sentry boxes, runs up to the slaves' rock, blackens the sacred stone. Saint-Gall runs across the mountain, he enters the forest, his dagger is dangling on his hip ; the dew from the cedar trees runs on his forehead, on his lips ; to his knees cling cobwebs, salivas, pieces of moss ; hardened stems, stretched, swollen with milk, vibrate like cocks in the glaring light. A clearing as regular as a park avenue ; an untrodden grass, shrill birds and insects ; above the cedar trees, sparklings of insects' wings on the high voltage cable. @@ -5798,13 +5798,13 @@ He squats down, thrusts the scalpel in the youngest sister's white throat, a pin --- We salute you, king of the Whites. -The little sisters' bodies are sitting in the confessionals. A rebel grabs an Easter candle from a candlestick, he places it between the cardinal's thighs, he lights it up, wax runs along the candle, like sperm along an erect cock, a rebel opens the tabernacle, takes the ciborium, sets it upside down on the cardinal's head, another one spits in his face. The cardinal, with a backhanded movement of the surplice, wipes his cheek ; his legs drag on the polished floor, the hosts run down along his temples, get caught in his ears ; with a trembling hand, he shakes them off, takes the hosts in his joined hands ; a rebel, sitting on the floor, is crunching a large host. Since the morning, the cardinal tightens his thighs, he wants to piss : \speech{My Lord, take me quickly in your paradise, so that I, more quickly, may relieve myself there.} +The little sisters' bodies are sitting in the confessionals. A rebel grabs an Easter candle from a candlestick, he places it between the cardinal's thighs, he lights it up, wax runs along the candle, like sperm along an erect cock, a rebel opens the tabernacle, takes the ciborium, sets it upside down on the cardinal's head, another one spits in his face. The cardinal, with a backhanded movement of the surplice, wipes his cheek ; his legs drag on the polished floor, the hosts run down along his temples, get caught in his ears ; with a trembling hand, he shakes them off, takes the hosts in his joined hands ; a rebel, sitting on the floor, is crunching a large host. Since the morning, the cardinal tightens his thighs, he wants to piss~: \speech{My Lord, take me quickly in your paradise, so that I, more quickly, may relieve myself there.} Tears flow on his cheeks, and mix with spittle. A rebel is sitting at the harmonium, he puts his fists on the keyboard, he pulls, he tears off the knobs, he nibbles them in his mouth. The crows, scared by the noise of the harmonium, shoot out of the gargoyles, dive sleepily towards the lower city. B\'eja walks through the cloisters of the archbishop's palace, he kicks aside the bodies of the priests, the deacons and the sisters ; the refectory doors are open, smeared with blood, some rebels are asleep on the benches, a body rises on the stage, B\'eja walks towards the body ; that of a young sister with her dress tucked up ; the cornet is bathing in blood. B\'eja bends over, he takes the little sister's hand, he stands her up, she hides her face with her hand, a crucifix falls against the wall, a rebel awakens, he straightens himself up, he lies down again, his head resting on his dagger, which is bloodstained, a piece of heart is spitted on it ; B\'eja drags the little sister in the corridors, she lets her head roll on the rebel's shoulder, he enters a dark parlour, the morning beams filter through the shutters ; light up the polished floor ; B\'eja clasps the little sister in his arms, against the red tapestry ; the noise of the explosions makes the French window pane crackle, B\'eja takes her mouth, her waist, the little sister hugs him, B\'eja pulls her cornet off, throws it on the floor, tramples it ; the little sister laughs against the rebel's throat~: ---- I saw the other life, it's all black. His Eminence and his god were lying. Spikes burn between the thighs. A soldier was bending over me, his half-circumcised penis was entering my secret hole, but I wished for a brave soldier. A priest offered himself to make me come, then a deacon, but their glans was covered. The Christ then arrived, he was turning around me, he looked down, showed his bare heart : \speech{Thy heart is not enough for me, the engagement is dragging on, look for another fianc\'ee.} +--- I saw the other life, it's all black. His Eminence and his god were lying. Spikes burn between the thighs. A soldier was bending over me, his half-circumcised penis was entering my secret hole, but I wished for a brave soldier. A priest offered himself to make me come, then a deacon, but their glans was covered. The Christ then arrived, he was turning around me, he looked down, showed his bare heart~: \speech{Thy heart is not enough for me, the engagement is dragging on, look for another fianc\'ee.} B\'eja knocks the girl on the sunny wooden floor, he bites her lips, he spits the torn flesh into her mouth ; the girl holds his cock and squeezes it between her thighs~: @@ -5820,7 +5820,7 @@ The rebels search among the piles of corpses, they find a young tonsured deacon --- My son, prepare the divine service, I shall get dressed by myself. -He retires in the sacristy, he leans out of the window : the wall is too high, he would break his legs ; he kneels before the gilded chest, he dresses his soiled body ; he holds the deacon's hands~: +He retires in the sacristy, he leans out of the window~: the wall is too high, he would break his legs ; he kneels before the gilded chest, he dresses his soiled body ; he holds the deacon's hands~: --- Blessed are you, who can not see all these satans. @@ -5858,9 +5858,9 @@ She bends over, she takes the rat in her hand, she strokes it~: Kment takes Giauhare by the waist ; the girl strokes his hardened cock, they walk through the devastated naves, the snakes jump at Kment's legs ; the boy, Giauhare lolled back in his arms, leaps among the dry grass. The sea overflows ; the rain on the burnt, torn, napalmed mountains, swells the springs, carries away the families from the foul-smelling villages, rolls in the streets the corpses of children that their mothers used to feed with sheep droppings, rolls and washes the mutilated corpses of the El\"{o} children, splashes, like fire does, on the forge of shingle, crackles on the blackened metal plates ; on the beaches, hollows the sand, rolls the pieces of bark, the bones, the ropes, riddles the sea, blazes up on the surf. -Kment runs in the upper city, his bare feet sink in the bloody sludge pouring out from the looted villas, from the disemboweled gardens, he hugs Giauhare in his arms, the girl's hand covers his forehead ; a door is banging under the cathedral's dome, Kment dives inside : a young deacon escaped from the slaughter, is praying, his head in his hands, kneeling on a small bench ; Kment crosses the crypt, he goes up to the altar, the young deacon looks up, Kment opens the tabernacle with one hand, the other one holding Giauhare leaning back, her breasts exposed and the dress tucked in, streaming wet, between the thighs ; Kment, arching his back, clutches the ciborium in his fist, he opens it, he takes two large hosts, he eats one, the other one, he shoves it between Giauhare's lips ; the young deacon steps back to the far end of the crypt ; Kment takes two other hosts, slips one in his shirt pocket, the other one, under Giauhare's dress, between the thighs ; then, he comes down again, Giauhare, woken up, chews the host ; Kment goes out, runs under the rain, he swallows the host, he runs as far as Titov Veles, collapses at the foot of the slaves' rock, lays Giauhare on the streaming and icy grass, lies down over her, blows on her face, Giauhare strokes Kment's temples~: +Kment runs in the upper city, his bare feet sink in the bloody sludge pouring out from the looted villas, from the disemboweled gardens, he hugs Giauhare in his arms, the girl's hand covers his forehead ; a door is banging under the cathedral's dome, Kment dives inside~: a young deacon escaped from the slaughter, is praying, his head in his hands, kneeling on a small bench ; Kment crosses the crypt, he goes up to the altar, the young deacon looks up, Kment opens the tabernacle with one hand, the other one holding Giauhare leaning back, her breasts exposed and the dress tucked in, streaming wet, between the thighs ; Kment, arching his back, clutches the ciborium in his fist, he opens it, he takes two large hosts, he eats one, the other one, he shoves it between Giauhare's lips ; the young deacon steps back to the far end of the crypt ; Kment takes two other hosts, slips one in his shirt pocket, the other one, under Giauhare's dress, between the thighs ; then, he comes down again, Giauhare, woken up, chews the host ; Kment goes out, runs under the rain, he swallows the host, he runs as far as Titov Veles, collapses at the foot of the slaves' rock, lays Giauhare on the streaming and icy grass, lies down over her, blows on her face, Giauhare strokes Kment's temples~: ---- A child is moving within me since this morning : Touch. The last-born of the world, and a rat made it. +--- A child is moving within me since this morning~: Touch. The last-born of the world, and a rat made it. \chapter{Seventh Song} @@ -5875,7 +5875,7 @@ birds, blazing bees, unveils, turns towards the sun whose wound is drying and shrinking. The springs coil around the ruins, dig their new bed in what once was a temple's nave or the sewer of a slaves' prison. -On the rock, summit of the new island, mud rises ; Kment, leaning on an elbow, straightens himself up, naked, the wounds of his forehead and knees washed, his hair swollen and glossy with mud, his lips red, his mouth filled with sludge ; standing, arching his back, hands on his hips, he opens his eyes and looks round : then, squatting down, he searches in the mud with his hands, releases, lifts up Giauhare's body, which he hugs against him and kisses on the lips, on the shoulders and on the breasts. Giauhare wakes up, the silt runs out of her shut eyelids, in the folds of her ears ; her cheeks swollen with sludge, Kment kisses them and taking Giauhare's lips between his, he sucks up that silt ; thus they mix the sludge of their mouths, their original semen ; thus, naked, frozen, they give each other life and sun inflames them and places them in its orbit, like two new planets. They rush forward, they dive in the jumble of flowers, foliage, birds and springs. Kment's hand on Giauhare's belly, and hers on the boy's chest ; sun sparkles in their hair. +On the rock, summit of the new island, mud rises ; Kment, leaning on an elbow, straightens himself up, naked, the wounds of his forehead and knees washed, his hair swollen and glossy with mud, his lips red, his mouth filled with sludge ; standing, arching his back, hands on his hips, he opens his eyes and looks round~: then, squatting down, he searches in the mud with his hands, releases, lifts up Giauhare's body, which he hugs against him and kisses on the lips, on the shoulders and on the breasts. Giauhare wakes up, the silt runs out of her shut eyelids, in the folds of her ears ; her cheeks swollen with sludge, Kment kisses them and taking Giauhare's lips between his, he sucks up that silt ; thus they mix the sludge of their mouths, their original semen ; thus, naked, frozen, they give each other life and sun inflames them and places them in its orbit, like two new planets. They rush forward, they dive in the jumble of flowers, foliage, birds and springs. Kment's hand on Giauhare's belly, and hers on the boy's chest ; sun sparkles in their hair. A drum beats in the distance, down below, in a clearing between the fir trees. Kment and Giauhare embrace, against a tree dripping with sap, their saliva, their semen mixes with the sap ; at their feet, half-buried in a hole, two purple birds mate, their wings beating wildly ; on the top of the trees, eagles clinging to the boughs, grease their beak with resin. Kment and Giauhare dash forward, languid and dripping with sweat, dew, semen and sap, they dive in the sunbeams, between the thick branches, gluey with drool and droppings. @@ -5899,7 +5899,7 @@ At night, when he sees an eye sparkle, he leaps forward, he gouges it out with a But Kment, down in the forest again, vainly covering the fuming animals, touches his silent belly ; he rushes up to the top of the mountain, catches unawares in the middle of the night Giauhare lying, breathing heavily, under the young wolf ; he picks up a stone, he throws it at the wolf's head, killing him on the spot, he bends over, he exposes Giauhare, he throws the remains into the trees, the birds shoot out, Kment takes Giauhare's head in his hands, he bites it, he bathes it with foam and tears, all night he yaps, he blows in her mouth, presses her tongue, but Giauhare remains silent, she kisses the boy's lips, she utters little wolf's cries ; her breasts, which Kment is nibbling, her belly on which he presses his fist, have grown hard, brown like the she-wolf's hide ; the down of the cunt and of the armpits strangles Kment's throat, like tufts of dry grass, he spits them out again, his fingers run upon the crumpled skin, riddled, smeared with a stale and powerful smell, covered with scabs, chafed ; when he thrusts his cock inside, the lips of Giauhare's cunt close up on it, sharp-edged ; their sex juices drown it, hardens it, stretches it, tears it, it bleeds, Kment wants to pull it out, but Giauhare tightens her thighs ; the sex juices change, soften Kment's cock, devour it ; Kment gets up and flees into the forest, screaming, his hand covering the wound. Giauhare falls asleep, with the double sex. -Kment jumps, leaps over the small valleys, the animals laugh, in the shadows ; when he sits or lies down to rest and dream, they pinch his feet, drop their shit on his shoulders, sting his chest. He wanders on, escorted by bear and lion cubs, squalling and purring pumas, his feet bloody, his legs smeared with white clay, tufts of down stuck behind his ears ; one morning he ties between his thighs a bamboo stick splashed with sap and milk ; every night, he goes near the clearing where Giauhare lies ; he watches her dream and come alone, he masturbates the bamboo while watching her, his lips move ; one evening, he jumps on her, he covers her and when he returns to the banks of the spring, he touches the wound between his thighs : his cock is growing again, he sits down, he rubs his hand on the lymph of a plant emerging from the water, he bends his back, his nape, his eyes observe the bud between his thighs, he smears it with lymph, fondles it, pets it~: +Kment jumps, leaps over the small valleys, the animals laugh, in the shadows ; when he sits or lies down to rest and dream, they pinch his feet, drop their shit on his shoulders, sting his chest. He wanders on, escorted by bear and lion cubs, squalling and purring pumas, his feet bloody, his legs smeared with white clay, tufts of down stuck behind his ears ; one morning he ties between his thighs a bamboo stick splashed with sap and milk ; every night, he goes near the clearing where Giauhare lies ; he watches her dream and come alone, he masturbates the bamboo while watching her, his lips move ; one evening, he jumps on her, he covers her and when he returns to the banks of the spring, he touches the wound between his thighs~: his cock is growing again, he sits down, he rubs his hand on the lymph of a plant emerging from the water, he bends his back, his nape, his eyes observe the bud between his thighs, he smears it with lymph, fondles it, pets it~: --- Grow, grow, and I'll give you something to eat. |