The most talented magician of our time, the favorite of the king, the minion of beautiful ladies, the Marquis Custers and Cavigny got drunk. He just sat in his office at Custers Hall and jammed the galangal like water, biting it really with cold cuts and something else that Antoine called sauerkraut with apple and lingonberries, adding that the Marquise herself prepared this delicacy. Moreover, the marquise, performed by the cook, sounded with a capital letter M.

And my situation now also begins with a capital letter, only not 'M', but 'F', such a perdumonocle, '- he laughed mirthlessly and poured himself another glass, remembering his homecoming.

As he drove...