Love Faded Away
fire of my loins. My sin,
hree steps down the palate to
s that summer. You can alw
jewels and silk, respectivel
nged seraphs, envied. Loo
at all had I not loved, on
e Dunn, the alpinist, and gr
y pros
ned a luxurious hotel on the
y at school. She was Dolores
n, of mixed French and Austr
e was alwa
by the sea. Oh when? Abo
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e morning, standing four fe
jury, exhibit number one i
s. My father was a gentle,
ian harps, respectively. My very photogenic mother died
antage of it one rainy day a
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anner, my father gave me all
vants discuss his various la
mory, over which, if you ca
e poetry. She was poetically
ed by the rambler, at the bo
taught me to swim and div
spended, with the midges, a
llentmarks,andwasonperfe
rmth in the darkest past, no
most of his time in America,
finitesexualeventsthatI c
, everybody petted me. Elde
es, and I adored and respect
mediate family as a kind o
. Perhaps she wanted to mak
ght me expensive bonbons. He
merican kid, the son of a t
extremely fond of her, desp
er my sixteenth birthday, a
n my father. Aunt Sybil ha
s me like towers of Pisa. Ru
school a few miles from ho
private universe, a whitewa
tside. From the aproned po
er that she had been in love
the sun of my infancy had se
organism to certain photog
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ybil, whom a cousin of my f
and cooed and shed precio
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ay (that is, before I first
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ld in a bright would of illu
in the threedimensional w
he autumn of 923, to a lycée in Lyon (where we were to s
of mixed parentage: halfEngl
less distinctly today than I
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