Honi soit qui mal y pense 2
I just came across [NO, YOU SICK FUCKS, NO!] an eBay auction for a book of poems by Henry Vaughan, a 17th-century metaphysical poet chiefly known for his religious poetry. The title is really splendid:
and
Private Ejaculations
of
Henry Vaughan.
Well, now we know what he was up to in the privacy of his own home...
By the way, this reminds me of that fine limerick:
There was the old vicar of Lundy
Fell asleep in his vestry on Sunday
He woke with a scream:
“What, another wet dream?
This comes of not frigging since Monday!”
Well, as Confucious say, “man who go to bed with sex problem, wake up with solution in hand”...
posted by ill-advised at 8:09 PM
1 Comments:
Not really --- I was just barely aware of his existence. Now that I looked at the Wikipedia article about him, I see that I have already heard of two of his books: The Right Stuff and The Bonfire of the Vanities. I haven't read either of them, though I once saw a movie based on The Right Stuff. In fact I have a vague intention to eventually read The Right Stuff, but I didn't have any firm plans to read any of his fiction --- I'm usually not too fond of fiction that takes place in the present-day world. But if there's any Wolfe book that you particularly recommend to me, I might consider reading it [although I can't promise anything definite as I keep on buying much more books than I have the time to read, so the to-read queue just grows longer and longer, and there's no saying when a particular book's turn will come... :-)].
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