I Wish I’d Written That

Posted 10 March, 2008 in Envy | 1 comment

From Nathan Whitlock’s review of George Steiner’s My Unwritten Books, in Sunday’s Toronto Star:

Witness what happens when an august literary critic and scholar describes the act of cunnilingus: “Only then might one proceed to the inner grotto, now scented and alive with wetness as is a fountain hidden by moss (cf. Petrarch).” The Tongues of Eros was the planned title for this book – Close Your Eyes and Think of Petrarch being insufficiently romantic, perhaps.