Words raced thru his mind and his fingers ached to capture them all on paper.
Who can think of Larkin now without considering his fondness for the buttocks of schoolgirls and paranoid hatred of blacks _ Or Eric Gill__ copulations with more or less every member of his family, including the dog? Proust had rats tortured, and donated his family furniture to brothels; Dickens walled up his wife and kept her from her children; Lillian Hellman lied. While Sartre lived with his mother, Simone de Beauvoir pimped babes for him; he envied Camus, before trashing him. John Cheever loitered in toilets, nostrils aflare, before returning to his wife. P.G. Wodehouse made broadcasts for the Nazis; Mailer stabbed his second wife. Two of Ted Hughes__ lovers had killed themselves. And as for Styron, Salinger, Saroyan _ Literature was a killing field; no decent person had ever picked up a pen.
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Who can think of Larkin now without considering his fondness for the buttocks of schoolgirls and paranoid hatred of blacks _ Or Eric Gill__ copulations with more or less every member of his family, including the dog? Proust had rats tortured, and donated his family furniture to brothels; Dickens walled up his wife and kept her from her children; Lillian Hellman lied. While Sartre lived with his mother, Simone de Beauvoir pimped babes for him; he envied Camus, before trashing him. John Cheever loitered in toilets, nostrils aflare, before returning to his wife. P.G. Wodehouse made broadcasts for the Nazis; Mailer stabbed his second wife. Two of Ted Hughes__ lovers had killed themselves. And as for Styron, Salinger, Saroyan _ Literature was a killing field; no decent person had ever picked up a pen.
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