Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Notes from the 'Naked Lunch' by William Burroughs

"We friends, yes?"
  The shoe shine boy put his hustling smile and looked up into the Sailor's dead, cold, undersea eyes, eyes without a trace of warmth or lust or hate or any other feeling the boy had ever experienced in himself or seen in another, at once cold and intense, impersonal and predatory.

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