Tuesday, May 23, 2006

23/5/06

Huge degraded curtain, over twenty foot high. Once a luscious, velveteen red now blackened with age and the gilt edging corrupted, unraveling. Beneath the curtain, which still hangs a good eight feet from the ground, is a screen with the Japanese style silhouettes of young men and women in an 18th century bawdy house. The characters flap wads of money and raise cut-glass decanters.

A rake's progress has begun.
He enjoys and fears it.

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