t time I visited Angela Carter, a feea, in spite of being in considerable pain. S brig, s, lips satirically pursed, and got doo teatime business of giving and receiving test dirt: se.

    t is er Id come to tions approved, selepo say, quot;ell. Youre going to be seeing a lot more of me from no; -- and at time courteous enougo overcome mortal suffering for tility of a formal afternoon tea.

    Deat sion. Saken out an quot;immensequot; life insurance policy sly before truck. t of ter receiving so fes, to  a fortune to quot;; (ed ly, and inspired a great gloating black-comedy aria at  to laugh.

    Sructions o read Marvells poem On a Drop of Deer I kneologically irreligious, merrily godless of  sed Marvells meditation on tal soul -- quot;t Drop, t Ray / Of tain of Eternal Dayquot; -- spoken over , surrealist joke, of t;tquot; variety, or an obeisance to taper  sed t no divinity makes an appearance in Marvells poem, except for quot;ty Sunquot;. Per,  to imagine o t;gloriesquot; of t greater ligist becoming a part, simply, of art.

    Soo individual, too fierce a er to dissolve easily, urns formal and outrageous, exotic and demotic, exquisite and coarse, precious and raunc and socialist, purple and black. ranssexual coloratura of to t t of ories. Sometimes, at novel lengtinctive Carter voice, ters cadences interrupted by  moonstone-and-rone mix of opulence and flim-flam, can be exing. In ories, s while shes ahead.

    Carter arrived almost fully formed; ory, quo