After the prince goes out hunting

Fouad wanted to wash himself away from the bleeding of missed trips, false talk, and empty weekly appointment schedules, from the noise of cafes and meetings, and the disgusting artificiality of artists and intellectuals, from his friends who drank from each other's blood out of love and anger, life addicts and skilled book thieves, from his mother and her suffocating fear of him and him, and their quarrels. Repeatedly about everything, from "Take it and give it" and "Where are you, uncle" ...