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Yr. Humble Correspondent Emerges from His Self-imposed Exile to Point Out an Observation that — Unreconstructed Lech that He Is — He Wholeheartedly Endorses
Posted 19 February, 2008 in Bookish |
“I wish there were more sex in books, actually: not more souls melding together in bliss or dancing together like dolphins in heaven or wherever they dance, but sex acts. I want to know exactly what people do, how long they take, whether they both like it, whether they giggle, whether they both get off and how they feel about it afterwards — and I want to know all the awkwardnesses and embarrassments that result. Sex is as complicated and fraught as any human interaction: it seems arbitrary to cut out such a crucial battleground from our stories.”
– Russell Smith, from the Introduction to Diana: A Diary in the Second Person