A concentrated effort with the chopsticks and he managed to capture and swallow something that was like a one-inch cube of cold chutney omelet. “Wonderful. Don’t want any of that fugu though. Blowfish with the neurotoxins? Heard about that?” “You’ve already had seconds,” she said. “Remember the big plate of raw fish arranged like the petals of a chrysanthemum?” “You’re kidding,” Laney said. “Lips and tongue feel faintly numb? That’s it.” Laney ran his tongue across his lips. Was she kidding?
“A concentrated effort with the chopsticks and he managed to capture and swallow something that was like a one-inch cube of cold chutney omelet. “Wonderful. Don’t want any of that fugu though. Blowfish with the neurotoxins? Heard about that?” “You’ve already had seconds,” she said. “Remember the big plate of raw fish arranged like the petals of a chrysanthemum?”
“You’re kidding,” Laney said.
“Lips and tongue feel faintly numb? That’s it.”
Laney ran his tongue across his lips. Was she kidding?”
Reference
Gibson, William (1996, Sep. 4). “Idoru.” Kindle Edition. Chapter 25 The Idoru, p. 179 of 263, 64%.
