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     moves
     too much and is absent partly      different levels of emotional release calculated
     paroxysms      scug      dissolve thinking parts of faces      lower area of Clem
     from the nose’s bottom to the line, an inch from the chin cliff      not enough ever
          Extra difficulty! His use of color!      Firmness      mirror      custody of
     the blow      scale model      I concede that it is to a degree      instruments      adequate
     distances parched      to touch each one with invisible kindly general delivery hands,
     washing motions      mirror      To take turns and then say “Thank you”      congress
     of eyes turning with a firm, soft glance up      Edward never      extra density of
     the blanched product rolling      tongue      child      straight ahead      broken
     exterior facing      natural gas      To experience a definition placed neatly where
     you can’t reach it and higher up      Daytime experiences      choler      film bliss”
    JANE replaced the Hermes Rocket on the shelf. Another letter completed. That made
     twenty-five letters completed. Only eighteen more letters to complete. She had tried
     to make them irritating in the extreme. She reread the last letter. She was trembling.
     It was irritating in the extreme. Jane stopped trembling. There was Hogo to think
     about, now, and Jane preferred to think about Hogo without trembling. “He knows when
     I tremble. That is what he likes best.” Hogo drove Jane down Meat Street in his cobra-green
     Pontiac convertible. Nobody likes Hogo, because he is loathsome. He always has a white
     dog sitting upright in the front seat of the car, when Jane is not sitting there.
     Jane likes to swing from the lianas that dangle from the Meat Street trees, so sometimes
     she is not sitting there and the dog is sitting there instead. “For God’s sake can’t
     you stay put?” “Sorry.” Jane fingered her amulet. “That canaille Hogo. If he wants an exotic girl like me then he has to put up with a few irregularities
     from time to time.” Hogo is not very simpatico—not much! He changed his name to Hogo
     from Roy and he wears an Iron Cross t-shirt and we suspect him of some sort of shady
     underground connection with Paul—we haven’t figured out exactly what yet. “Hogo can
     I have an ice cream—a chocolate swirl?” Hogo took the chocolate swirl andjammed it into Jane’s mouth, in a loathsome way. His mother loved him when he was
     Roy, but now that he is Hogo she won’t even speak to him, if she can help it.
    “IT is marvelous,” Snow White said to herself. “When the water falls on my tender
     back. The white meat there. Give me the needle spray. First the hot, and then the
     cold. A thousand tiny points of perturbation. More perturbation! And who is it with
     me, here in the shower? It is Clem. The approach is Clem’s, and the technique, or
     lack of it, is Clem, Clem, Clem. And Hubert waits outside, on the other side of the
     shower curtain, and Henry in the hall, before the closed door, and Edward is sitting
     downstairs, in front of the television, waiting. But what of Bill? Why is it that
     Bill, the leader, has not tapped at my shower-stall door, in recent weeks? Probably
     because of his new reluctance to be touched. That must be it. Clem you are down-right
     anti-erotic, in those blue jeans and chaps! Artificial insemination would be more
     interesting. And why are there no in-flight movies in shower stalls, as there are
     in commercial aircraft? Why can’t I watch Ignace Paderewski in Moonlight Sonata , through a fine mist? That was a picture. And he was president of Poland, too. That
     must have been interesting. Everything in life is interesting except Clem’s idea of
     sexual congress, his Western confusion between the concept, ‘pleasure,’ and the concept,