The King of Cornwall
Euphemia's Brother
And This - 17 (and this, prelude)
i lied when i said there was a woman upstairs (or else there really is a woman upstairs, and she's been murdered, by persons or lone killer unknown) and i'm the detective in charge, haha, arrest that man, arrest them all i say (just let me drink this tea and i'll have this solved in just a jiffy)
now then... there's a cab outside with its doors open and its engine still running and its meter still running and there's no sign of the cab driver
and also... there's two men in the back of the cab, talking funny - and why, for instance, is the living room area crammed with what seem to be dead poets? in a leafy part of cornwall?
and the non-sequiturs... and the secateurs at the bedside, has anyone checked the french angle? was the lady french? was she a prostitute? is she really dead? i think i'm going to need another cup of tea
i tell the press... i'm sending a swat team to paris as a matter of some urgency, to have marcel proust arrested, yes, even if he's dead
(i didn't get where i am today without being able to use a derrida-type extension signifier to solve a murder) - the kettle boils, white, one sugar, tweet tweet the birds, and so to work
