Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Inconstance
Such is the mind of a dilettante into l'erotisme...
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"'Alors, you're a writer. You know what people are like. What all of us are like.'
'I'm a writer who hasn't written any books. I'm a writer who has to teach at the Oxford School.'
'I told you. I don't believe in fidelity. Not that kind of fidelity, anyway.' She opens the sad flower of her mouth, the slight imperfection of her upper lip. 'I detest jealousy,' she says. 'I have lots of men.'"
- Nightpictures, Rod Jones
Such is the mind of a dilettante into l'erotisme...
******
"'Alors, you're a writer. You know what people are like. What all of us are like.'
'I'm a writer who hasn't written any books. I'm a writer who has to teach at the Oxford School.'
'I told you. I don't believe in fidelity. Not that kind of fidelity, anyway.' She opens the sad flower of her mouth, the slight imperfection of her upper lip. 'I detest jealousy,' she says. 'I have lots of men.'"
- Nightpictures, Rod Jones
