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Book #89.
How the Dead Live by Will Self

“We made it to the block after Patisserie Valerie …  when the entire frontage of the pub we were passing shivered, undulated and was then punched from within by an explosion.  The matter percolated into the air like milk mushrooming into coffee.  Coasters, bar mats, handles, straights, queers, the artworks formerly known as prints, stools, trousers, carousers, hearts, lungs, lights, blood, viscera, Britvic, gelignite, Babycham, carpet tiling, dry-roasted peanuts, penises - the entire gubbins of the bar gathered into a force field and splurged into the street.”  (p. 13)

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