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I recognized the tiny, dark-brown mole on her side.
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With awe and delight,
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(the king crying for joy, the trumpets blaring, the nurse drunk),
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I saw again her lovely in-drawn abdomen where my southbound mouth
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had briefly paused and those puerile hips on which I had kissed the
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crenulated imprint left by the band of her shorts that last mad,
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immortal day behind the Roches Rose.
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The twenty-five years I have lived since then tapered to a palpitating
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point and vanished."
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This is a remarkable passage to me.
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He occupies in this passage every subject position of the fairy tale:
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the nurse, the hounds and the king.