I Know More Than I Can Express

Nothing Is More Exhilarating Than Philistine Vulgarity.

She Would Try To Relieve The Pain Of Love By First Roughly Rubbing Her Dry Lips Against Mine; Then My Darling Would Draw Away With A Nervous Toss Of Her Hair, And Then Again Come Darkly Near And Let Me Feed On Her Open Mouth, While With A Generosity That Was Ready To Offer Her Everything, My Heart, My Throat, My Entrails, I Gave Her To Hold In Her Awkward First The Scepter Of My Passion.

…she Was, Obviously, One Of Those Women Whose Polished Words May Reflect A Book Club Or Bridge Club, Or Any Other Deadly Conventionality, But Never Her Soul.

To Begin With, Let Us Take The Following Motto...literature Is Love. Now We Can Continue.

I Am Not, And Never Was, And Never Could Have Been, A Brutal Scoundrel.