nineteen Some young foreign diplomats, still oblivious to the secrets of the chancelleries. Shells of ships floating amongst maritime litter. ~ the young - we will call them young - eyed the striped box with its handle. each cranked it, complicit. twenty FANLIKE TAIL FEATHERS OF PEACOCKS IN AND ABOUT. THOSE WERE THE LAST DAYS OF DIPLOMATIC LOITERING, OF THE TRUE PLENIPOTENTIARIES. THEY PUT ON FALSE BEARDS AND RESUMED THEIR TÊTE-À-TÊTE. IN DUE COURSE, IT WOULD TRIGGER THEIR INVOLVEMENT IN PHILANTHROPIC ACTIVITIES. ~ tails often abut. we’re last, loitering, diplomatic putters. false sand, their course: cough up green fees, strategy ~ holes, clubs, par. twenty-one Port Arthur is still taken every day by late Bergman characters. But breakfast first. Bran soaked in petrol. Won't take long. ~ foliage density amplifies sonation, instrumentation, guided wrinkles. Chris Turnbull is the author of continua (Chaudiere Books 2015) an...