R.I.P. Sebastian

Remarkable the extent to which one was blind to the imposing array of narratological strategies deployed in this when one first read it, what, thirty years ago?

"Sebastian groping on the floor for the drawer, dragging it with a chair out of the room [Miss Frost's]. Had the light been on I would have been mortified. The naked are defenseless. I think night is my best friend. And death an obstacle to overcome till the good ripe years of lust, gluttony and sloth."

O the kidding never stopped.

Cover art (c) Victor Juhasz, 2017.