the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part VII
now it came to pass the days when the doll was up at all night, all hours, all
the time. and it wouldn't stop. everyone would sit at her feat and say
things like, 'curses, curses good doll, why don't you just lie down for
a little bit and maybe try a disco nap - you are beginning to look more
and more ready for the grave day by day,' or, 'get her another drink
she is beginning to look vividly striking.' one time, the doll did take
another drink. and another and another and another and on her last one
she said, 'just another drink - pip, pip! i have not bled this house
dry yet,' even though in all truths of the word, she had. so, to put a
stop to it, the people tracked down a cool breeze and set him before
her. and he did not know what to do. the doll always did, but she was
off her head, see? so, he dug deep, and no, this time it was not about
trees or ghosts, 'you do seem like a pretty nice girl, but you don't
have a lot to say; i do feel that i should tell you i love you a lot,
but first, a bellyful of wine. someday, doll, you will be mine and i will be yours.'