I remember that, as as fresher student in London, I went to see a godanged awful, tripe of a farce at Vaudeville, called well called the title of this post. It was so godanged dreadful that it was memorable. Sadly.
Years later I bought a copy of Eric Kroll's magnificent Fetish Girls. It is suggestive. It is not pornographic. Artistic, certainly. I put it on the coffee table in the waiting room at work. One particular colleague thumbed through it, sniggering (and shaking). Everyone else (except some clients from Charleston, South Carolina), left it well alone and, eventually, I was prevailed upon to remove it. I think that the word 'inappropriate' was used (through thin, well-pursed lips), along the way. So, you see, it is true: No Sex, Please! We're British! Another reason to live in Brazil.
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ReplyDeletebecause being outrageous and rampant was, is and always seems to be just another bloody argument:
"But at the Arizona border they stopped us and said Turn Back, and I sat in a little room with barred windows while they typed.
What relation is this man to you? (My beloved is mine and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.)
How long have you known him? (I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.)
Did you sleep in the same room? (Behold thou art fair, my love, behold thou art fair: thou hast dove's eyes.)
In the same bed? (Behold thou art fair, my beloved, yea pleasant, also; our bed is green.)
Did intercourse take place? (I sat down under his shadow with great delight and his fruit was sweet to my taste.)
When did intercourse first take place? (The king hath brought me to the banqueting house and his banner over me was love.)
Were you intending to commit fornication in Arizona? (He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.)
Behold thou art fair my beloved, behold thou art fair: thou hast dove's eyes. (51-52"