... I take a serrated kitchen knife and remove her fingers carefully, catching the draining fluids on a white bath towel. I eat these possessed fragments of her soul with empirical care, transfixed by her unblinking eyes. I’m intoxicated with the finality of her memory and the transmission of her taste, odor, and texture into my mind and body. (Gira, 1994, p. 37)…
... I take a serrated kitchen knife and remove her fingers carefully, catching the draining fluids on a white bath towel. I eat these possessed fragments of her soul with empirical care, transfixed by her unblinking eyes. I’m intoxicated with the finality of her memory and the transmission of her taste, odor, and texture into my mind and body. (Gira, 1994, p. 37)
