Feb 25, 2016
"I imagined a clean, hard, bright city where towers reared to the sky in a paradigm of technological aspirations and all would be peopled by loquacious cab-drivers, black but beaming chamber maids and a special kind of crisp-edged girl with apple-crunching incisors and long, gleaming legs like lascivious scissors"
Angela Carter, The Passion of New Eve