Juan Gris Man in the Cafe paintingJuan Gris Breakfast paintingGeorge Bellows Stag at Sharkey's painting
had come into the fullness of her beauty, long hair left loose, and she was no stick--figure these days. Five hours after she entered his dressing-room they were in bed, and he passed out. When he awoke she explained "I slipped you a mickey finn." He never worked out whether or not she had been telling the truth.
Zeenat Vakil made Saladin her project. "The reclamation of," she explained. "Mister, we're going to get you back." At times he thought she intended to achieve this by eating him alive. She made love like a cannibal and he was her long pork. "Did you know," he asked her, "of the well-established connection between vegetarianism and the man-eating impulse?" Zeeny, lunching on his naked thigh, shook her head. "In certain extreme cases," he went on, "too much vegetable consumption can release into the system biochemicals that induce cannibal fantasies." She looked up and smiled her slanting smile. Zeeny, the beautiful vampire. "Come off it," she said. "We are a nation of vegetarians, and ours is a peaceful, mystical culture, everybody knows."
He, for his part, was required to handle with care. The first time he
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