windsor told charles that he spoke only lies , but he soon remembered the image and in remembering the image he tasted the image , both the housekeeper and the fetus , though mostly the sweet taste of fetuss tiny hand , a tiny hand of tender soft flesh , a flesh so softly tender that the merest of nibbling produced juices of blissful ecstasy : a memory that had remained buried for over 60 years and yet a memory so delectable it produced a taste many times more euphoric than the bloody raw meat of the girls butchered legs .