Lord, how manners have changed and yet not changed.
There's nothing to recommend him but money...
I have my books confused, but nobody will tell me so.
Lord, how manners have changed and yet not changed.
In a room full of ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls, enters the faceless,
the question, the long body,
the system of quiet wind,
the silent stalking of curtains
against the lines of the long body.
We sit in the drawing room,
hearts sluggish like August afternoons.
A haze of sweat prevails, of heavy-breathing
incredulity, of almost outrageous nerves
pulsing just barely beneath the skin,
almost at a boil, almost ready to scream:
Blind man's bluff...
Let's play blind man's bluff.
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