othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Literary Journal Today in lieu of sharing my inner yearnings and angst, I've chosen to share some excerpts from fine works of literature I've not had the pleasure to finish, but have enjoyed in part thus far ... "I think about my education sometimes. I went to the University of Chicago for a while after the Second World War. I was a student in the department of Anthropology. At that time, they were teaching that there was absolutely no difference between anybody. They may be teaching that still. Another thing they taught was that nobody was ridiculous or bad or disgusting. Shortly before my father died, he said to me, 'you know, you never write a story with a villain in it.' I told him that was one of the things I learned in college after the war." - From Kurt Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse Five"
"I promise not to get jealous of you looking at other men's toes."
"You have nice toes. Nice long, far-apart ones."
"I can spread them at will, and pick things up with them. I got monkey feet from going barefoot as a kid. Would you think say that my toes are too far apart?" "When you open them up like that, they're unusually far apart. I guess you don't have my problem feeling them smack against one another. Tell me the one about Chinese toes and Japanese toes." "I shouldn't give you a hang up. There ought to be a rule not to give one another new hang-ups." "There ought to be a rule when somebody starts to tell something, he has to finish it, no fair bringing up half a secret." "You didn't grab a peek at my toes to see whether I'm a chinaman or a jap?" "You can tell by the toes?" "That's what I'm asking you. Comic books and Life magazine said that the way to tell a good Chinese from a bad jap is that the former has more space between the toes." "Then I must be a Japanese, and you a Chinese." He parted her sweet, suckable Japanese toes, and bent down and kissed one. Then he sucked each little piggy, and licked the tight spaces between them. He heard her sigh, "My toes are having orgasms." Holding that sensitive foot against his chest and heart, he loved up the other one. "Wittman," she called, and he looked up to see her face, which did not make him feel embarrassed. "You gave me an orgasm between all my toes," she said. "Ten toes, eight orgasms. I didn't know toes could do that." "I didn't either," he said; "I think we've invented a new sex act." He had not thought of toe love before suddenly doing it. Her feet were so beautiful and so human. He hoped that someday he would get to know her well enough to ask her to make love to and with his toes. Find out whether men can have orgasms down there too.
She put on her X-L t-shirt to go to sleep. Every girl he ever made it with (two) wore t-shirts to bed. They only wear negligees in movies. They want you to make love to their real self and not their peignoir. Tana thought about complimenting Wittman on how nice and soft his penis was. But he was such a worrier over masculinity, he'd take it wrong. Men don't understand that a penis is the loveliest softness to touch, more tender than a baby's earlobe, softer than a woman's breast. And after fucking is the best time to touch and touch, but you can't do that for too long or they feel bad they're not getting hard. Wittman was not one you could praise for his softness. Tana saved up her acclaim. - From Maxine Hong Kingston's "Tripmaster Monkey"
There's a third excerpt, from Zadie Smith's "White Teeth," which I'd like to leave, but Dallas is playing Utah right now, and I need to get some grub, preferably a chicken sandwich from Burger King. Zadie Smith is a clever, not to mention gorgeous. All in all, an entertaining book, quite copious when it comes to words. Back at you soon. It's all about the Dallas Mavericks!
8:07 p.m. - 2001-04-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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