Giving up the Ghost
Hilary Mantel, 2 January 2003
“... adult, when I learned that the slipper was not of verre, but of vair: which is to say, ermine. The prince and his agents were ranging the kingdom with a tiny female organ in hand, his ideal bride in miniature. Never mind her face: he had not raised his eyes so far. All he knew was that the fit was tight.Three, four, I am still four: I think I will be it for ... ”