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the Oriental song, the Jewboy ditty, comes right through, whereas in the open tunnels it is faint, echo of an echo, perhaps a figment of the imagination. “And here,” I hasten to add, “I’m only speculating, for as you know quite well I’ve been confined in my sickness to the central chamber for how long? A very long time! But at the sealed tunnels, if that’s what they are, if they’re really tunnels and not solid rock, not a solid portion of the mountain, shaped, through the agency of wind and water, into the form of a blocked tunnel, the song presents itself with perfect clarity, an Oriental melody that beguiles us, even as our minds scream Beware! Exercise the most extreme caution! we are beguiled. And I’m disgusted, because it is natural to be disgusted by what beguiles us, it is natural to hate what bewitches us, as we move through this world we are looking for God’s clarity, not the bewitching power of a Jewish jingle that whispers or chirps through a cave wall. But now, as I think about it, I wonder if this is wrong, if there is, after all, no song through the cave wall. I look at the Jewboy, this proven murderer, I observe the smile, the imperceptible variations, the eyes tracking us wherever we go, and I think of the song. I realize now that it was not just a voice, though that’s how I hear it in my head. Not pure voice coming through the rock, yes, it is primarily a voice, I believe, but also something more, an instrument, a clarinet, something like a clarinet, the clarinet of the Jew, a fluvial pipe soughing through the rock as it might once have soughed through reeds. And I hear the voice and the wind instrument intermingled, and in my memory it becomes something else. Not beguiling. Not merely sound through stone. Something forceful — in fact dominating. The youths hooked me up to my machine, when I had a machine MIMXC65W#EE6I./
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I hold the deceased ringnecks in my hands — as I spoke to my lieutenants, in the telling, I shook the birds and squeezed the life from them. The other birds are way up in the domed roof of the central chamber, lost to sight and hearing.
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This, in any case, is the situation at five of the six baskets. At the sixth basket the lizards simply take hold of the boy’s fingers, they drag him quietly into the basket and devour him with a minimum of noise, then nestle, fat and drowsy, in the contours of his skeleton.
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I hold the hands in the flames as he shrieks and writhes, and I have such wild strength with this Jew that he can do nothing but flop and grind his teeth and crack his skull against the floor as I hold him there, not just for a few seconds, but for a hundred count, before I wrench his hands from the embers. Where there were hands are just black burnt claws, burnt bones. He won’t stop his screaming, so I grab a faggot from the fire and knock him across the face. When he gasps I jam it between his teeth. I hold it there until I hear his tongue sizzle and pop, until I can smell it.
The tongue inside almost spicy — an aromatic muscle.
There is a sorrow at the destruction of such beauty. Yes, now that I have ruined him I can admit that there was something beautiful, or something which in any case touched on a higher aesthetic level. For all of his vileness, there was in the pig something gorgeous, something feminine and weak and lying, it was a lying, feminine beauty, but those big dark eyes, the eyelashes so long, those cheekbones, the curls that dropped over the eyes. And now the lips bulbous, a green pus squeezing out, and eyes distended.