Chapter Sixty-Six
After a new delay to let new munitions-carriages pass, the train to Verdun moved forwards with ear-piercing screeching. Dr Ferrand, the whole time asleep, or pretending to be, opened his eyes. “At last. You wouldn’t know from the railroads that there’s a war to be won.” He tweaked his nose. “I was thinking about the scene in which the drummer claims he has murdered his sister with his breath.”
“I’m afraid I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re talking about.”
“It’s a scene from the last part of the story. The Mole suggests that brother and sister have had s*x. Afterwards, the drummer blows into his sister’s v****a, thus killing her.”
“The Mole has a lot of fantasy.”
“Lore and legends suggest that poisonous breath is a talent of mythical creatures and half-gods.”
