The Black Hat

摘要

Nothing rational,rnjust the strings of her hatrnposed on a table with his swordrnmilitary helmet, jacketrnand his son, standing to attentionrnthe strings of her hatrnunlaced, muddled and unlinkedrnapparently incidentalrnstripped of her dark green eyes her brackish stare her breakable hair the stretch of her Worth dress across bare flesh, her long arms pale throat, spiny cheekbones, stretch of agitated skin across her temples her impossibly erotic browsrnlaced there, the strings of her hatrnare agony and ecstasyrnempty of her, of his fascinationrnwith her ineffable starernlittle hat, abandoned therernin his cunningly interlaced portraiturerntakes its place in the overlapping picturernarticulately, immaculately.