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Puss speaks of love
So all went right as ninepence and you never saw such boon companions as Puss and his master; until the man must needs go fall in love.
“Head over heels, Puss.”
I went about my ablutions, tonguing my arsehole with the impeccable hygienic integrity of cats, one leg stuck in the air like a ham bone; I choose to remain silent. Love? What has my rakish master, for whom I’ve jumped through the window of every brothel in the city, besides haunting the virginal back garden of the convent and god knows what other goatish errands, to do with the tender passion?
“And she. A princess in a tower. Remote and shining as Aldebaran. Chained to a dolt and dragon-guarded.”
I withdrew my head from my privates and fixed him with my most satiric smile; I dare him warble on in that strain.
“All cats are cynics,” he opines, quailing beneath my yellow glare.
— from Angela Carter, “Puss-in-Boots” in The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories (Penguin, 1979)
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