My father, León Fuertes, was a fag three years; a roaring faggot; a lisping, smirking fruit; […] He put on all the trappings of inversion: the twittered mouthings, the hyper-feminine moues, the languid mincings.
But that jolly crowd, composed mostly of athletes and footballists, had little mind for the serious affairs of life, and nothing was done.
They liked hotels, though, mainly because they didn't feel obligated to them: eminently leavable, a hotel room made no demands and extorted no loyalty […]
This he did to qualify the infamy of Garnet's death , and that the perfume of this new title might outscent the stench of his treason.
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