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86 xliv Soup and Clouds My darling little madwoman made us dinner and by the open dining room window I contemplated the mobile architectures that God forms from vapors, marvelous impalpable constructions. And I said to myself, in tune with my contemplations, “All these fantasmagorias are almost as beautiful as the eyes of my darling beauty, the little mad monster with her green eyes.” And suddenly a fist hit me hard in the back, and I heard a rough and charming voice, a voice hysterical and as if made hoarse from brandy, the voice of my dear little darling, saying, “Are you ever going to eat your soup, you silly buggering cloudmonger?” ...

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