The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
"Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain."
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
The lamp said,
Here is the number on the door.
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."
The last twist of the knife.
From : T.S.Eliot, "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"
Almost finished this and oh yes the catgut, I think I know more about that than I ever wanted to......😝 Having said that the book isn't too gruesome (I've read far worse) and it is well-written. Enjoying it so far and it will be interesting to see how the chalk and cheese relationship (I love some of McGray's insults) progresses.
Book six in the Frey and McGray series.
This is a suitably complicated romp around Victorian Edinburgh and beyond, taking in multiple locations and confusing plot turns, peopled by witches, bad/good politians, Frey and McGray, McGray's sister etc. No less than Queen Victoria wants them dead and their mission might just accomplish that for her.
Great stuff. Recommended.