“Was there some additional spice? Marina, with perverse vainglory, used to affirm in bed that Demon's senses must have been influences by a queer sort of 'incestuous' (whatever that term means) pleasure (in the sense of the French plasir, which works up a lot of supplementary spinal vibrato), when he fondled, and savored, and delicately parted and defiled, in unmentionable but fascinating ways, flesh (une chair) that was both that of his wife and that of his mistress, the blended and brightened charms of twin peris, an Aquamarins both single and double, a mirage in an emirate, a geminate gem, an orgy of epithelial alliterations.”

—Narrator