Once upon a time there was a beautiful slut. She never rose before midday and would swim all afternoon in the sea and let the salt dry hard on her back in the evening. She had not a thought in her head nor a care in the world. She took a younger lover who never wore shoes and wrote poetry of breathtaking mediocrity. They spent their time sitting on plastic chairs wearing straw hats, failing to appreciate the wine they drank and feigning happiness.
An indeterminable period had passed when a small boy appeared on the beach. He owned no eyes or teeth in his face and he held a leather volume in hands covered with paint. He accused the pair with his finger of being "Bronze" and "Hollow". The leather volume was flung upon the table, in gold letters it was named The Cossacks. The boy took up a knife and cut it into perfect squares and cooked it lightly with onions and capers and served it to the slut and her lover. Together they finished it and thanked him but found it impossible to close their mouths. They began to cough and run around the beach in panic. Each clawed at the other's throat but could not stop the violent coughing and retching and gasping. The pair became more frantic and desperate until they coughed their brains out into the hot sand to be baked hard by the sun and kicked into the sea by the boy.