The Holy Terrors: (Les Enfants Terribles) (New Directions Paperbook, Ndp212)

by Jean Cocteau

Delicious was not a term applicable to anything below the crust of that volcano, whose heady vapors numbed his ravished senses.

Never, shrieked Paul, would he consent to meet the “filthy Jew”: he was coming along tomorrow at the appointed hour to slap his face.

Ah, the French.