FromVignette 54 from the Devil's Larder, by Jim Crace."The Devil wanders with his straw sack at night through the meadows and the woods behind the town. He's there we're told, to plant the mushrooms that he's raised in Hell, where there's no light to green them, so that the gatherers who come at dawn, against the wisdoms of the coutryside, can satisfy their appetites for sickeners or conjurors, or fungi smelling of dead flesh and tasting of nothing when they're cooked. He feeds them dissapointments, nightmares. fevers. indigestion, fear."
Hot damn that's good.
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