Marathe and Steeply: the soup installment

The feature of complete unswallowability about M. Steeply as a U.S.A. female journalist—even a massive and unfortunate-looking U.S.A. female journalist—was his feet. These were broad and yellow-nailed, hairy and trollesque, the ugliest feet Marathe had observed anywhere south of 60° N, and the ugliest supposedly female feet of his experience. […] Marathe found the four-limbed American’s high-heeled feet compellingly grotesque, like loaves of soft processed U.S.A. bread being slowly squeezed and mangled by the footwear’s straps.