Chapter FourLe Marquis de Sare took a sip from his glass of wine and knew suddenly that he was bored.
He was attending one of the most exotically extravagant parties he had ever known and yet at the end of it he felt that the whole evening was indigestible just like a surfeit of pâté de foie gras.
It had been given for one of the most famous of Les Grandes Horizontales by a Nobleman who was wooing the present mistress of the Prince Napoleon. It had surpassed in extravagance and inventiveness every orgy that had ever preceded it.
The dinner had included dishes that had come from all parts of the world and were each as unique as the peacock tongues that had whetted the appetite of the Romans.
It had been followed by Les Tableaux Plastiques, which made the Kama Sutra look like a religious
