The Epicure's Lament
“And meanwhile the landscape has almost died. Outside, branches are bare and knobby under lowering skies, shaking in the strong wind. There's a spitting, nasty rain, the kind that goes down the back of your collar and seeps into your spine. The surface of the Hudson is a churning brown chaos. Today is the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year.Despite these conditions, I feel an odd giddiness. This may have to do with the decision I've reached concerning my end. I sit and smoke in my ...armchair, and enjoy it all the more knowing I won't be doing it for much longer.Many hours have gone by since I wrote that last sentence, during which I was required by unforeseen circumstance to have social commerce with a number of people, which made me chafe and itch.First Bellatrix came up to my room with a cup of coffee and found me sitting, staring into space, and exhaling smoke. She was spruce and clean. She carried her violin case and wore a backpack affair with an unattractive, big-cheeked female cartoon character on it.MoreLess
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