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The Getting of Vellum by Catherine Byron
Coffin. Crypt. Consumption. (excerpt)Byron, Catherine
The third examination of conscience When I bought the cleaver at the butcher’s suppliers in the cold hinterland of East Kilbride the man behind the counter asked me quite straight did I get on, like, with my old man? Fine. Oh, I knew then fine what cleaving was: to split with a blow or to hold on tight. A man and a woman shall be one flesh. Cleave thou only unto him. One flesh. Copyright Catherine Byron 2000 |
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