Les Géthennères
Or, Burn this Feminary
In light snowfall on a windless day, the perverts run riot on their island. The hot wine pours down their throats, they spill it on their faces and on their pesthry-fur parkas. They are playing a game with a ball and a goal and a stick and the game turns violent. The perverts chase each other down the snowy field and instead of hitting the ball they suddenly drive their sticks into the snow and mud’s soft yielding lap and throw themselves on top of each other inside the goal’s billowing net.
