Mr. Knife and Mrs. Fork answers all the wishes of René Crevel

“Inspired by a René Crevel’s book. On a red velvet lined tray are placed a knife and a fork, as well as wooden pearls covered by a net held by the spokes of an embroidery frame”. “The child… takes a knife, a fork, runs to hide in a corner of her room and, quietly, only for her, soon starts: The knife is the father. White, which serves to cut, his shirt; black, which one has in the hands, his paints. If white were equal to black, one could say that he is in pyjamas, but unfortunately this is not possible. The fork is Cynthia. The lovely Cynthia, the British woman. What serves to stick the things on the plate is Cynthia’s hair. She has a beautiful bosom, which throbs, as she is panting. Daddy is very happy. He caresses Cynthia and laughs because he thinks she has pinned two small birds on her vest, while he declares to her: ‘Cynthia, you know I love you. I am in love with you... Thus, I imagine a trip. Each night we will have a new room, but always with single beds, as close as possible to each other, and we will talk a lot before sleeping. We will wake up late. We will eat at dining cars and, for nobody to recognize us, I will call you Miss Fork. You, you will call me Mr. Knife, and we will pass off as Spaniards in honeymoon” (René Crevel, Babilônia, 1931).