Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Napoleon's got scuffed up shoes, and no socks to speak of. He tells Josephine that he just had a dream - opium whisps blow through - and she's chewing on lotus leaves, letting the juice drip from her mouth onto the back of her hand, then run off the side.

That dream, that Napoleon speaks of, was like moving in a film negative. They were translucent and almost swept off the side of the frame.

He has eyes like arrowheads. More than that, the audience felt it. Wipe that grin off her face. She's gone hunting the way others set sail - tacking with the wind

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