Chatterbox

Diana Overkill, Part II

“And what flowers have I to send her except my memories? They are less than a wreath, not much more than a nosegay: just a deuil blanc table napkin wrapping a few blooms of frangipani, the blossom of broken bread.”

–Clive James, “Requiem,” The New Yorker, Sept. 15, 1997