[b]Erica Jong
You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.[/b]
My guess: the part that revolves around sex.
My reaction to porno films is as follows: After the first ten minutes, I want to go home and screw. After the first twenty minutes, I never want to screw again as long as I live.
She’s probably watching the wrong ones.
I tried to keep myself away from him by using con words like “fidelity” and “adultery”, by telling myself that he would interfere with my work, that I had him I’d be too happy to write. I tried to tell myself I was hurting Bennett, hurting myself, making a spectacle of myself. I was. But nothing helped. I was possessed. The minute he walked into a room and smiled at me, I was a goner.
Not many men like that around. Right, Mr Reasonable?
Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.
If only up on their pedestals.
Life has no plot. It is by far more interesting than anything you can say about it…
Of course this can mean practically anything. In other words, that’s just another plot.
And the crazy part of it was even if you were clever, even if you spent your adolescence reading John Donne and Shaw, even if you studied history or zoology or physics and hoped to spend your life pursuing some difficult and challenging career, you still had a mind full of all the soupy longings that every high-school girl was awash in… underneath it, all you longed to be was annihilated by love, to be swept off your feet, to be filled up by a giant prick spouting sperm, soapsuds, silk and satins and, of course, money.
Let’s pin down exactly how crazy this is.