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Also check out Atlas's recently-published translation of sixth sense by Vienna Group member Konrad Bayer.















He recharged my plate. Silently, our jaws competed. Mme Vernet repeated that she adores hard bread. M. Vernet gave her all the crusts. Mlle Marguerite added hers and, timidly, I offered mine. It became a game. I was stuffing myself with crumb, so that she should not go short of crust, ready to suffer indigestion for the pleasure of observing the soundness of her teeth. But I was beaten by Mlle Marguerite: she it was who ate most and provided the most crusts. Her nose, doing her toiling mouth's share of breathing, produced a continuous humming sound.
I could hear it, but was looking at her as if trying to see it. Every now and then she tried to laugh. Drama! She choked, mouthfuls were regurgitated, her cheeks were inflated, her lips forced open despite her efforts, and out into her unfolded napkin flew a burst of white things, resembling those flakes of filed horn which are put in glass balls full of water, to imitate snow.




She has taken to affecting a taste, hitherto denied her, for plain food. Leaving wine to townsmen, she will drink nothing but cyder. Her lips crinkle at it, like the leaves of a sensitive plant. Is she smiling? Or making a face? She likes home-made bread, hard and blackish at best; knives which will not cut, glasses without stems. She would like to have insects falling into the food.
