Vincent van Gogh Vase with Daisies and Anemones painting

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here," he tapped his nostrils fervently, as if revealing a mystery, "in my _nose_." Then once again to Allie's inner thighs, her cloudy eyes, the perfect valley of her lower back, the little cries she liked to make. This was a man in imminent danger of coming apart at the seams. The wild energy, the manic particularity of his descriptions suggested to Chamcha that he'd been cutting down on his dosages again, that he was rolling upwards towards the crest of a deranged high, that condition of febrile excitement that was like blind that, madness or no madness, what all this sex-talk revealed (because there had been Allie in the Citroën too) was the _weakness_ of their so--called "grand passion" -- a term which Allie had only half-jokingly employed -- because, in a phrase, there was nothing else about it that was anydrunkenness in one respect (according to Allie), namely that Gibreel could remember nothing of what he said or did when, as was inevitable, he came down to earth. -- On and on went the descriptions, the unusual length of her nipples, her dislike of having her navel interfered with, the sensitivity of her toes. Chamcha told himself