bestial-handsome

Updated: June 30, 2025

Here, under his cheek, is the yellow malodorous pillow. The sick brain cannot think; the foul mouth seems to taste of his own soiled soul. And the woman, when he turns his leaden head, lying there, flushed a girl of the bestial-handsome sort, with a smear of wet black hair on her brow, and a sensuous mouth, spurting breath like the lips of a swimmer half under water. Out of this anywhere.

David Christie Murray - Despair's Last Journey