The Unbearable Lightness of Being: Martyn's perspective
I'm only 50 or so pages into this book, but a couple of things have already jumped out at me.
1. I might even say that the goal of their lovemaking was not so much pleasure as the sleep that followed it. She especially was affected.
2. For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
I pose you a question: Which is tastier, a hob nob that has been dunked in coffee, or, pussy? I will give you the answer during my next blog.
1. I might even say that the goal of their lovemaking was not so much pleasure as the sleep that followed it. She especially was affected.
2. For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
I pose you a question: Which is tastier, a hob nob that has been dunked in coffee, or, pussy? I will give you the answer during my next blog.
posted by Martyn @ 2:14 PM
2 Comments:
At 3:36 PM,
Lyla said…
Yay! You're reading it! Big smiles on my face...and I think the answer to your question is hob-nobs.
At 4:19 PM,
Lindell said…
Does a hob-nob also fall from the veiny love tree like a white hot coconut?
Hmm... in coffee?
This is a difficult one? How fresh is the .... hob-nob?
I await the answer.
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