NPPF: pie ala Maud, Celine's Version

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_Death on the Installment Plan_  New Directions Paperback, 1971:

(Ellipses, famously, ala Celine.)

       The minute we get in she closes the door, she locks
       everything, she pushes both bolts... She steps in
       ahead of me, she goes into the bedroom... She motions
       me to come in too... I come closer... I wonder what's
       going to happen... She starts feeling me up...She blows
       up my nose... "Ah! Ah!" she goes. That excites her... 
       I pet her a little too...

       "Oh, what a little pig! I hear you look through keyholes
       ... Is that right?... Oh!...tell me it isn't true..." With one
       hand she starts massaging me underneath...

       "I'm going to tell your mama. Oh what a little pig! Oh,.
       sweet little pig!..."

       ...She begins to gnash her teeth... She begins to
       wriggle... She clutches me... She sticks in her tongue, 
       a real lowdown kiss... I see stars... She makes me
       sit down beside her on the bed... She flops down
       backwards... Suddenly she hikes up her skirts...
       
       "Touch me!" she says, "Touch me down there." I
       put my hand on...

       "Go ahead!" she insists... "Go ahead, angel dumpling-
       ... Go ahead... Call me Louison! Your Louison! You
       Slimy little pig! Call me... You will, won't you?..."

       "Yes, Louison," I say.

       She sits up, she kisses me again. She takes everything
       off... blouse... corset... shift... I see her all naked... her
       thingamajig so voluminous... spread out all over the
       place... It was too much... I was sick to my stomach
       ... She grabs me by the ears... She pulls me down to 
       mother nature... She bends me with all her might...
       My nose is in a hell of a state... It's dazzling and all
       runny... It's all over my neck...She makes me kiss it
       ... at first it tastes like fish, then like a dog's muzzle...

       "Go on, little love. Go on, don't be bashful."

       She manhandles me, she pesters the life out of me...
       I'm up to my ears in marmalade... I'm afraid to sniff too
       hard... I'm afraid of hurting her... She's shaking like an
       apple tree...

       "Bite me, sweet little puppy... Bit into it! Go ahead," 
       she encourages me. She's heaving like mad! She lets
       out little squeals... I plunge in deep... it smells like eggs
       and shit... My collar is strangling me... the celluloid... 
       She pulls me out of the pit... I come up for air... My eyes
       are like covered with varnish, even my eyebrows are all
       sticky...  [p. 180-1, translation, Ralph Manheim]

So much for the foreplay...
       
respectfully
       
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