the moment has come for harkis to spring into action:
their ridiculous disguises fall to the floor, immaculate
white silk turbans cover black turbans of kinky hair:
they pitilessly portion out the sacred booty among
themselves, they charge and bury their sharp, poison-
filled needles in the tender flesh: one ogiastic scene
follows another, accompanied by cries of terror and
ecstasy from the damsels penetrated by the Arab's serpents:
the blood flows copiously, and still the fury of the Moors
is not appeased: death imposes its implacable logic: you
witness this violent, cruel spectacle from the vast
transept of the temple:
Monday, June 23, 2008
Count Juilan - pg. 197
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