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Like I Said, Quite the Contrast, April 14, 2011

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but also oddly complementary.

One of the books I’m reading has sentences like this:

Finally, by one lone lamp Mr. Lyons and I sat, while he told me that he thought my Fordie as lovely as could be, bright, quick to catch a point, vivacious and pretty, but he said he wasn’t taken with Lizzie, that she was simply magnificent to look at, no question about that, but that after looking at her, it was positively disappointing to talk to her, she was so uninteresting and childish.

And the other book I’m reading has sentences like this:

I was thirty-one years old and had learned something very important about writing and the female psyche: If I put in my stories my profound appreciation of women’s rear ends, legs, breasts—hell, the whole body!—and my desire to lick women everywhere and mount them from behind, then women would gobble this stuff up and I’d get laid just like Bukowski.

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1. Bridgett - April 14, 2011

Bwah ha ha!

2. helen - April 14, 2011

My comment exactly.

So, you read two (or more) books at the same time?

indigo bunting - April 15, 2011

Helen: I hardly ever do. But one is a book group book and it’s a diary, and the other is a book of essays, so in this case, I can do the pick up/put down thing a bit more gracefully.

3. Sylvester - April 15, 2011

I love literature! It so ennobles the human spirit.

indigo bunting - April 15, 2011

Doesn’t it, though?


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