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  Reality being too prickly for my famous character,--I found
myself nevertheless at my lady's, in the shape of a huge gray-blue
bird soaring toward the moldings of the ceiling and dragging my 
wings across the shadows of the evening.
  At the foot of the canopy supporting her adored jewels and her
physical masterpieces, I was a large bear with purplish gums and
a fur thick with misery, eyes of crystal and silver from the 
consoles.
  All things turned dark and ardent aquarium.  In the morning--
aggressive dawn of June--I ran to the fields, ass, braying and
brandishing my grief, until the Sabine women of the suburbs came
and hurled themselves at my torso.