I liked the Bal de Chiffoniers. These pale weedy youths in shabby tight fitting suits, these heavy men with the muscles of coal heavers, these quiet white-haired elders with quavering hand and heads and the unwinking stare of the obsessed- all conveyed the message of an indomitable vitality- a quenchless psychic urge. Never had I felt the force of human desire projected with such vigor as by these single-minded devotees of the male
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