Publisher's Synopsis
MEDLARS AND SORB-APPLESI love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness.I love to suck you out from your skinsSo brown and soft and coming suave, So morbid, as the Italians say.What a rare, powerful, reminiscent flavourComes out of your falling through the stages of decay: Stream within stream.Something of the same flavour as Syracusan muscat wineOr vulgar Marsala.Though even the word Marsala will smack of preciositySoon in the pussy-foot We
