the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“Let me tell you a parable …
A man made a pact with the Devil. The condition was this: the man delivered up his soul as soon as Satan had assassinated God.
“Nothing simpler,” said Satan and put a revolver to his own temple.”
— The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman By Angela Carter
A man made a pact with the Devil. The condition was this: the man delivered up his soul as soon as Satan had assassinated God.
“Nothing simpler,” said Satan and put a revolver to his own temple.”
— The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman By Angela Carter