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Satan’s Night Out.
The electric piano sounded like a harpsichord.
So eloquent of dread it was, this music. The
A good portion of my old wealth was on its way to New Orleans from coded accounts in the immortal Bank of London and the Rothschild Bank.
People were adventurous and erotic again the way they’d been in the old days,
For the first time in history, perhaps, they were as strong and as interesting as men.
joie de vivre that the middle-class revolutionaries called decadence in the past.
The old aristocratic sensuality now belonged to everybody.