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The Laughing Academy
A Life of Noisy Desperation
So much for “Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse” 
23rd-Apr-2004 05:36 pm
From Camille:

It was terrible to see, it is horrible to relate. The eyes were nothing but two holes, the lips had disappeared, vanished, and the white teeth were tightly set. The black hair, long and dry, was pressed tightly about the forehead, and half veiled the green hollows of the cheeks; and yet I recognized in this face the joyous white and rose face that I had seen so often.

Grisly as that was, it isn’t a patch on what happens to the antiheroine of Nana:

...Nana was left alone, her fact upturned in the light from the candle. What lay on the pillow was a charnel-house, a heap of pus and blood, a shovelful of putrid flesh. The pustules had invaded the whole face, so that one pock touched the next. Withered and sunken, they had taken on the greyish colour of mud, and on that shapeless pulp, in which the features had ceased to be discernible, they already looked like mould from the grave. One eye, the left eye, had completely foundered in the bubbling purulence, and the other, which remained half open, looked like a dark, decaying hole. The nose was still suppurating. A large reddish crust starting on one of the cheeks was invading the mouth, twisting it into a terrible grim. And around this grotesque and horrible mask of death, the hair, the beautiful hair, still blazed like sunlight and flowed like a stream of gold. Venus was decomposing.
23rd-Apr-2004 09:48 pm (UTC)
Dear god. What a piece of description. I am in awe. Also I am terrified. It is horrific.
24th-Apr-2004 11:17 am (UTC) - In case you were wondering...
...Nana’s appearance is due to smallpox. Thank Christ for modern inoculations.

Also, suddenly cremation is looking reeeeeal good as a post-morten option.
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