Finished: My Paris. Gail Scott. 
"Continuing up Rennes.  Dodging little Saabs and Renaults.  Loving walking here.  Sun alternately streaming.  Obliterating physiognomies.  No longer nouns.  But movement.  Disappearing.  Now heavily raining.  Sitting out anyway.  Over drain smelling of beer.  Metro.  Sewers.  Fetid breath of Paris.  Two cold coffees.  Watching shadows lengthening.  On la Gaite opposite. Where Colette once performing.  Having walked in old boots across city.  Drawing mole above lip.  Rice-powdering delicious arms.  Paris a drug.  P saying on phone.  Yes Paris a drug.  A woman.  And I waking this a.m. Thinking there must be some way.  Of staying.  Now my love’s silhouette of rooftops eclipsing.  Into night.  Cold heinous breath.  Blowing on privates.  Through grille underneath." p107

Finished: My Paris. Gail Scott. 

"Continuing up Rennes.  Dodging little Saabs and Renaults.  Loving walking here.  Sun alternately streaming.  Obliterating physiognomies.  No longer nouns.  But movement.  Disappearing.  Now heavily raining.  Sitting out anyway.  Over drain smelling of beer.  Metro.  Sewers.  Fetid breath of Paris.  Two cold coffees.  Watching shadows lengthening.  On la Gaite opposite. Where Colette once performing.  Having walked in old boots across city.  Drawing mole above lip.  Rice-powdering delicious arms.  Paris a drug.  P saying on phone.  Yes Paris a drug.  A woman.  And I waking this a.m. Thinking there must be some way.  Of staying.  Now my love’s silhouette of rooftops eclipsing.  Into night.  Cold heinous breath.  Blowing on privates.  Through grille underneath." p107

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