Book Titles: T-The H

-The book jacket indicates age 14 and up

-Eric, a psycho, in order to find ‘tenderness’ sexually assaults and kills girls. Before graduating to girls, he killed animals and his mom and stepfather. Lori, 15 years old, a disturbed teenager, is also looking for her own strange version of ‘tenderness’.

- starting with first line of book: ”Me, I get fixated on something and I can’t help myself. ...Like with Throb (rock singer). ....even when it’s nice it’s scary. Anything that takes over your life is scary, although there can be pleasure in it. ...’Pluck my heart From my flesh And eat it’... dark music, I call it. Music that speaks to me. dark and black... ‘Call my name From the grave Of your rotting love.’

-Page 3: “I didn’t exactly cop the CD... didn’t pay for it either... this guy... 40 years old.. opens the door of the stockroom and I slip inside and wait for him... he likes to look at me. I close my eyes. He tells me to stand this way, then that way. Finally he says ok.”

-”G’s not like some of the others my mother brings home.... been with us for 6 months... drinks to much sometimes, which makes him fall asleep... nice change from D., who got mean and nasty when he drank and hit my mother..”

-”G looks at me the way I look at Throbs picture.... can feel him looking at me... also rubs close to me... It’s nice to have him look at me like that but I don’t want to do anything to hurt my mother even though she’s a pain in the ass..”

-”G comes and stands beside me... we are alone in the house... his arm pressing against my arm... his arm is around me and he’s caressing me on top and I lean against him.... his hand feels good, tender, and I want him to continue but I pull away thinking of my mother.”

-”[mother lies to doctor about a bruise she received from boyfriend D] D had never touched me. Touched my mother, his hands everywhere and half undressing her and himself too in front of me... Not in front of the kid.... but he went on anyway... D was gone when we returned from the hospital... the bastard..”

-”[mom] still thinks I am a virgin... I am. Technically that is... had moments with boys in rear seats at [theater],.. backseats of cars... but never all the away. ..been trying to figure out what love is and the difference between sex and love and.. lust... think one of my teachers was in love with me, but he never touched me... his eyes on me made me quiver, all that longing in his eyes... I used to linger after school... almost bumped into each other.. I wanted to take his hand and place it on me and tell him not to be afraid.. [I] want... someone who would be tender with me.”

-She leaves home hitchhiking:´” ..car stops.. his hand is between his legs... ‘hello there sweetheart,.. jump in.. take off sicko I tell him.”

-next ride: ”I smile at him. I am aware of my short shorts and move my legs.... I spread my legs a little more and sigh, my shoulders at attention, knowing what this does to my top..... perspiration dampens his forehead...Would you like to kiss me I ask... would be nice to be kissed and held by him.... think you’d like to kiss me. make out a little... you could help me out a little.... $20 dollars... he pulls into a spot by the side of the road... reaches for me.. and I go toward him, letting him have me, and he kisses my cheeks and throat and his hands move over my body... makes a funny moaning sound when he touches my top and his hand remains there caressing.. letting him squeeze and caress... moans again.. he his all over me know... breathing fast... his heart throbbing against me... shudders like an earthquake throughout his body and I know that he is finished.”

-[she steals his wallet] they drive in silence... “..nice meeting you I tell him...thinking of his wallet.. Sometimes I am a real bitch.”

-”Eric began with cats.. kittens. Liked to hold them.. stroke them, feel the brittle bones... Fragile bones, as if they’d snap and break if you pressed too hard, caresses too hard. Which he did, impossible to resist.... place his hands over their faces and feel them go beautifully limp... so tender... Hated violence but couldn’t help it. Had to follow the dictates of the situation... used more strenuous measures.. got used to it.. Enjoyed it.. the real problem was disposal.. burial.”

-”..went to mall. Where he graduated from cats and kittens and of course, Aunt Phoebe’s canary.. Couldn’t resist doing it... Poor thing, crushed like that, so easy, a quick snapping sound and it was done.. he was tired of the animal population... Which would it be? A girl or someone old?”

-”Lieutenant P said, ‘You’re a psychopath... A monster... Chances are you’ll kill again... You killed your mother and father... in cold blood... the lieutenant did not know about the others.”

-mutilates self to set up later defense of “I was abused” for the murder of his parents: ”..had stolen 3 cigarettes from [stepfathers pack]... pressed the burning tip against his flesh... agony: Ahhhhh. ...lit another... burning end against his flesh... tip end still glowing red, he pressed it against another spot on his arm... Christ, how it hurt.... could smell his burning flesh.. had also planned to use the hammer today but decided that burning was enough.. Looking at the vise... wondered how he could use it to facilitate breaking his arm. Might be better than using just the hammer.”

-”..had felt bad about the girl at the mall. Holding her limp body afterward... his fingers stroked her.. hair... counted her fillings... [thinks about his mother]: remembered good times when he was a small kid and they’d cuddle in bed.... Thought of his mother and Ginger R. [girl her turned down his invitation to go to dance] as he held the limp body of the girl... his mother had caused the humiliation when she had forced him to ask Ginger to the dance.. Eric lay beside the girl.. sighed with contentment.. laid her gently to rest in the bushes... brushing back a strand of [her] hair.. trailed his mouth against her flesh, so warm and moist against his lips. Bliss filled him. ..had never known such tenderness.... knew he must find it again.”

-Lieutenant reads: ”L. 15 years of age. Body found in bushes... Strangled. sexually assaulted, probably after death occurred... B. ...16. ..6 weeks after L.’s death. A month before your mother and Harvey died.... E was.. surprised.. her name had never been mentioned to him... did not want the Lt. to see him [thinking] about a 3rd girl, that no one knew about... [he thinks about B]: Oh Carlo, she had whispered.... spent a wonderful hour with her as they explored each other with fumbled caresses and passionate kisses. then those final minutes when he’d been overcome with tenderness... [he] occasionally spent tender moments remembering A.”

-”..did not indulge in his reveries too often in the [juvenile jail] facility, knowing the danger of too much desire, knowing he had to postpone those longings... in all the years at the facility, only twice did he come close to achieving moments of tenderness. [1st time involved a mouse]: ..did not relive one of the bright moments of his life with one of his girls. Instead, he lay staring... listening for the.. mouse.... reached out and snatched the tiny rodent.. the pulse of the small body beat softly against the flesh of E’s palm.. he gently, lovingly squeezed, seeking the tenderness... mouse became still.. the moment of tenderness swift, almost non-existent... the second time... involved the bully called Sonny [who teases him about falling in love].. hands around his throat, the smell of Sonny... squirmed and struggled... E took his time, letting him struggle, exulting in this contact, at last, with flesh and bone... Sonny went limp in his arms.. no intimacy in this act, no tenderness at all. [E. is relived he hasn’t killed Sonny when he realizes he will be caught and decides to let him live]”

-Eric gets out, goes to live with Aunt, purchases “nondescript beige minivan... had trouble falling asleep... visions: soft feminine bodies, long black hair flowing to pale shoulders, [thinks about a girl he met at the facility].. what kind of perfume she wore, what other scents emanated from her body, etc. etc, ...imagined looking deep into those eyes as he moved her hands across her flesh, ...tracing the lovely landscape of her body until he reached...did not allow his thoughts to go further... the agony of desire unfulfilled... danger in those thoughts.”

-”..had just finished with Alicia... laid her down in a thicket near the tracks, waiting for the proper moment to dispose of her body.. pushed his way through the brush to make certain that he was alone... encounters [another] girl [12 years old]... his heart accelerated as they talked. 2 in one day. 2 within a few minutes of each other. Almost too beautiful to resist, despite the risks. But --how could he dispose of 2 of them... unexpected girl. a child, really. excitement flooded him at the thought of sharing tenderness with a child.”

-”He was aware of her [Lori] body under the clothes, her breasts filling the blouse, the outline of a nipple, dark and distinct in the damp cloth.”

-”My mother was off on a binge with a guy who liked to slap her around after. my 1st period came, blood all over me, and cramps. I drank some whiskey.. took some pills, tranquilizers... Discovered razor blades there too. got into the bathtub and looked at all that blood. [cuts her wrists] mother found me when she got hoe. Called 911. ..my cuts didn’t heal, a staph infection.. scars still there..”

-”..I [Lori] feel him [Eric} stiffen beside me,.. going rigid, his knuckles on the steering wheel turning white.. staring out my side [car] window.. I follow his gaze and see her... tall, with long black hair... the look in his eyes startles me, shocks me,.. glancing into his soul.. longing in his eyes.. more.. like a hunger.. the naked need in his eyes makes me shiver... Why don’t you go and speak to her? ...I.. say.. she’s beautiful... I want him to be happy.. talk to her. It’s like she’s waiting for you.. knowing what he might do if he goes to the girl.. I know what that need in his eyes means, what he might have done to those other girls... I love you.. I want you to be happy. Go to her...”

-”he reviewed his plan assessing the risks... biggest carrying her body to the van.. had loosened the outside bulb... would dispose of her body in the usual way... listened to the rhythm of her breathing.. held the pillow in front of him... had done his mother this way... the kindest way to do it--you did not see the face during the struggle. And the struggle was feeble and brief... to the bed, hovering over her, his legs spread apart to provide leverage... raised the pillow... she looked directly up at him... eyes wide with fear... Don’t you know how I love you she said.... Go ahead, then. Do it.. he lowered the pillow... let the pillow drop... Were you really going to do it? she asked. Yes, he said. But in my heart.. I know he wouldn’t have done it.”

-”[he] marveled at her... willingness to trust him, after all that had happened.. wondered what it would be like to kiss the jelly off that cheek, to feel her body close to him, not like with the others, but stopping before the act was completed. Maybe there would be tenderness in that... Be tender... I’m still a virgin, technically [she said].. never slept with anybody, never had intercourse. but I’ve been touched. And kissed. Everywhere. ...he had an impulse to.. [talk to her] the way you’d talk to a child, the way his mother talked to him when he was just a little kid... not thought about those tender moments for a long time, the moments he and his mother shared, curled up in bed together as she read him a bedtime story... her hair tumbling against his cheek, her perfume invading his pores... remembered dark nights, her long black hair enveloping him..”

-”She was loose cannon... A link between him and A [girl he killed].. he saw that the new top was looser than yesterday’s blouse and did not thrust her breasts at him. Her legs were tucked under her body. Good. Enough distractions without her body playing tricks.”

-Eric calls the girl he met at the facility and sets up meeting. “it will be so good to see you [she said]... he closed his eyes thinking of her long black hair, the soft throat,... When he slipped back into the van, [Lori] greeted him with a wide smile.. I see you scored... What time? When?.. he answered, later today... tremor in his voice.”

-”This top of mine is proving irresistible to the young guy operating the Ferris wheel. he is looking me up and down, but mostly up... I always take for granted that males... look me up and down and if I smile they offer me all kinds off stuff... I look down [from the Ferris wheel].. see Eric and M... holding hands.. heading for the picnic grove... the excitement began to grow inside him. he had waited so long for this moment.. His fingers twitched beyond his control. he went toward her, discarding all thought, all risks, all caution, plunging into the intimacy of the moment and all it promised.” At this point Lori, having seen police and realizing it was a trap yells ‘don’t touch her’ before Eric does, and the police come out of the woods but have nothing on him.

-Lori explaining why she loves Eric even though she knows he’s a killer: “..kind to me and he doesn’t want my body, doesn’t want to feel or touch me, like all the others..”

- Eric and Lori go for canoe ride. Lori falls in. Eric struggles to save her from drowning as she struggles in panic. He gets her to surface finally... she says,’ I love you.... love me, Eric..’.. she bangs her head on the canoe [accident] and goes under again... he struggles to save her in her panic but is unable. he heads towards shore where he knows he will be arrested for her murder and put in jail.

- Written in 1899, classic literature frequently taught in AP Literature

- Adultery, suicide, abandoment of children, self-indulgence, sex separate from love are issues/themes in the book

- Book is a series of letters written to God or her sister about the events of the main character’s (Celie) life. Language includes: Goddamn, bitch, shit, nigger, and fuck.

-Controversial material starts on page 1:”I am 14 years old... [after the baby was born her dad] was pulling on her [mom’s]arm. She say it too soon.. I ain’t well.. A week go by, he pulling on her arm again. She say Naw, I ain’t gonna.. she went to visit her sister.. [her dad] say You gonna do what your mammy wouldn’t. First he put his thing up against my hip and sort of wiggle it around. Then he grab hold my titties. then he push his thing inside my pussy. when that hurt, I cry. he start to choke me, saying You better shut up and git used to it. But i don’t ever git used to it. And now I feels sick every time I be the one to cook.”

-“My mamma dead. She died screaming and cussing. She scream at me. She cuss at me. I’m big.... She ast me about the first one Whose is it? I say God’s.. my stomach start moving and then that little baby come out my pussy chewing on it fist.. She ast Where is it? I say God took it. He [her dad] took it while I was sleeping. Kilt it out there in the woods. Kill this one too, if he can.”

-“He took my other little baby, a boy this time. But I don’t think he kilt it. I think he sold it to a man and his wife... I got breasts full of milk running down myself. He say Why don’t you look decent?.. I been hoping he find somebody to marry. I see him looking at my little sister. She scared.”

-“He come home with a girl.. She be my age but they married. He be on her all the time.”

-“he beat me today cause he say I winked at a boy... Sometime he still be looking at [my sister].. I tell her to marry Mr.--. I don’t tell her why. I say Marry him.. and try to have one good out your life. After that, I know she be big. But me, never again. A girl.. say you git big if you bleed every month. I don’t bleed no more.”

-“I ast him to take me instead of N.[my sister] while our new mammy sick.. I tell him I can fix myself up for him.. come out wearing horsehair, feathers and a pair of.. high heel shoes. He beat me for dressing trampy but he do it to me anyway.”

- Dad marries her off: “She ain’t fresh tho, but I spect you know that. She spoiled. Twice. But you don’t need a fresh woman no how. I got a fresh one in there and she be sick all the time.. she not much of a cook. And she big already.”

-“I spend my wedding day running from the oldest boy He 12. His mamma died in his arms and he don’t want... no new one. He pick up a rock and laid my head open. The blood run all down between my breasts... I lay there thinking about [my sister] while he on top of me.. then I think about S. I know what he doing to me he done to S. and maybe she like it. I put my arm around him.”

-“..[he] ast his daddy why he beat me. Mr.- say, cause she my wife... All women good for - he don’t finish... He beat me like he beat the children.. He say.. get the belt. the children be outside the room peeking through the cracks. It all I can do not to cry.”

-“Young women no goods these days.. Got they legs open to every Tom, Dick and Harry.”

-“You ever hit her?.. naw suh, he say low, embarrass. Well how you spect to make her mind? Wives is like children. You have to let’em know who got the upper hand. Nothing can do that better than a good sound beating. ..think too much of herself.. need to be taken down a peg.. H. ast me what he ought to do to make her mind.. Beat her. I say.”

-“My daddy got 6 by my momma before she die, I say. He got 4 more by the wife he got now. I don’t mention the 2 he got by me.”

-“C, he say, you have my sympathy. Not many women let they husband whore lay up in they house.”

-“I don’t like to go to bed with him no more, she say. Used to be when he touch me I’d go all out my head. Now when he touch me I don’t want to be bothered. Once he git on top of me I think bout how that’s where he always want to be... used to love that part of it, she say.. Git hot watching him put the children to bed... I don’t know nothing bout it. Mr.- clam on top of me, do his business, in 10 minutes us both sleep. Only time when I feel something stirring down there is when I think of [her].. she say The worst part is I don’t think he notice. he git up there and enjoy himself just the same.. The fact he can do it like that make me want to kill him.”

-“Tell me the truth, she say, do you mind if [your husband] sleep with me? I think, I don’t care who [he] sleep with. But I don’t say that. I say, You might get big again. She say, Naw, not with my sponge.. You like to sleep with him? I ast. Yeah,.. she say,.. I just love it. Don’t you? Naw, I say.. don’t like it at all.. He git up on you, heist your nightgown round your waist, plunge in... I pretend I ain’t there. He never know the difference. never ast me how I feel.. Just do his business, get off, go to sleep. She start to laugh.. You make it sound like he going to the toilet on you. That what it feel like I say.. You never enjoy it at all? she ast, puzzle... Listen, she say, right down in your pussy is a little button that gits real hot.. It git hotter and hotter and then it melt. That the good part.. other parts good too, she say. Lot of sucking go on.. Lot of finger and tongue work. Button? Finger and tongue?.. She say take this mirror and look at yourself down there.. bet you never seen it, have you? Naw... bet you never seen [him] down there either. I felt him, I say.. She say... scared to look at your own pussy. You come with me while I look I say.. She giggle. Okay, she say... lie back.. haul up my dress.. Ugh. All that hair.. my pussy lips be black. Then inside look like a wet rose.. prettier than you thought.. she say.. I say. Where the button? Right up near the top.. part that stick out a little. I look at her and touch it with my finger.. shiver go through me.. just enough to tell me this the right button to mash.. She say.. look at your titties too. I.. look at my titties. think about babies sucking them. remember the little shiver I felt then too/ Sometimes a big shiver... [Later] when I hear them together all I can do is pull the quilt over my head and finger my little button and titties and cry.”

-“[she] wearing a gold dress that show her titties near bout to the nipple. Everybody.. hoping something break.. All the men got their eyes glued to [her] bosom. I got my eyes glued there too. I feel my nipples harden under my dress. My little button sort of perk up too.”

-“..git that bitch out a here..”

-“[police] crack her skull, they crack her ribs. they tear her nose loose on one side. They blind her in one eye. She swole from head to foot. her tongue the size of my arm, it stick out tween her teef like a piece of rubber. ..she just about the color of eggplant.”

-“My wife beat up, my woman rape, he say. I ought to go back out there with guns, maybe set fire to the place, burn the crackers up.”

-“He took my hat off, say S. old me to undo my dress.. My God say O., and he your uncle.”

-“Yall make love any better she ast? Us try, I say. he try to play with the button but feel like his fingers dry.”

-Discusses rape by her father/lesbian sex: “S. ast me could she sleep with me?.. us talk about this and that. Soon talk about making love. S. don’t actually say making love.. she say fuck. She ast me [ how was the sex with your father]?..He bring scissors and comb.. I trim his hair... he grab hold of me and cram me up tween his legs.. it hurt me.. just going on 14. I never even thought bout men having nothing down there so big. it scare me just to see it. And the way it poke itself and grow... after he through he make me finish trimming his hair... Oh Miss C. she say. And put her arms around me... i cry and cry and cry.. all comes back to me... How it hurt.. How it stung.. How the blood drip down my leg and mess up my stocking. how [my dad] don’t ever look at me straight after that.. mama ast how come... his hair in the girls room... he told her I had a boyfriend... everytime I saw him coming with the scissors and the comb... I start to cry.. S. say.. I thought only whitefolks do freakish things like that.. [My husband now] clam on top of me and fuck and fuck, even when my head bandaged. Nobody ever love me, I say. She say, I love you.... kiss me on the mouth.. I kiss her back.. us kiss and kiss.. then us touch each other... I feels something real soft and wet on my breast, feel like one of my little lost babies. Way after while, I act like a little lost baby too. ..Me and [her] sound asleep. her back to me, arms around her waist. ..warm and cushiony, and I feel [her] big tits sorta flop over my arm like suds. it feel like heaven is what it feel like, not like sleeping with [my husband] at all.”

-“..can’t stand, the way he call [her] Mama. I ain’t your fucking mama, S. say..”

-“What , too shamefaced to put singing and dancing and fucking together? ..That’s the reason they call what us sing the devil’s music. devils love to fuck. ...Niggers don’t know how to act, but if you git through the first half of one song, you got ‘em.”

-“..feel so down he turn to reefer,..”

-“..A. git real niggerish bout his razor.”

-“..my mama hated me for how much I love to fuck, she say.”

-“She work in a roadhouse. Cook. Feed 50 men, screw 55.”

-“..I don’t care who he married to, I’m gonna fuck him. ..And I did, too. Us fuck so much in the open us give fucking a bad name.”

-“Niggers going to Africa,.. Now I have seen everything.”

-“Us sleep like sisters, me and [her]. ..much as I love to look, my titties stay soft, my button never rise. Now I know I’m dead. ..she say, Naw, just being mad, grief, wanting to kill somebody.. Nothing to worry about. Titties gonna perk up, button gonna rise again.”

-“N. say somewhere in the bible it say Jesus’ hair was like lamb’s wool, I say. ..last thing niggers want to think about they God is that his hair is kinky. ..she sigh. When I found out I thought God was white, and a man, I lost interest. ..Yeah, It. God ain’t a he or a she, but a It. ..I believe God is everything... And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you’ve found It. ..In fact when it happen, you can’t miss it. It sort of like you know what , she say, grinning and rubbing high up on my thigh. ..oh, she say. God love all them feelings. ..some of the best stuff God did. ..God don’t think it dirty, I ast. Naw, she say... ..You saying God vain? I ast. Naw, she say. ..just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it. ..People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.”

-“[her husband says:] You black, you pore, you ugly, you a woman. Goddam, he say, you nothing at all. ..I probably didn’t whip your ass enough. ..Shit.. I should just have lock you up. Just let you out to work.”

-“They both smoke a lot of reefer. ..it just like whiskey, I say. You got to stay ahead of it. you know a little drink now and then never hurt nobody.. You smoke it much, Miss C? Harpo ast. Do I look like a fool?... I smoke it when I want to talk to God. ...when I want to make love. Lately I feel like me and God make love just fine anyhow. Whether I smoke reefer or not. ..I’m bless.. God know what I mean. us sit round.. and light up. I show ‘em how to suck in they wind.”

-“they know I love [her] but they think womens love just by accident, anybody handy likely to do.”

- A fictional autobiography of Nat Turner, the slave leader of a pre-civil war Virginia slave rebellion. Nat, a learned, religious preacher has visions/dreams throughout the book related to Bible passages and Gods wrath/will leading him to plan and execute a bloody, killing uprising. Nat has no female in his life and has some thoughts on his sexual desires usually regarding white woman. The story begins in jail with Nat awaiting his death sentence and goes back over his life

- The author "allowed [himself] utmost freedom of imagination in reconstructing events"

- Over 220 uses of "nigger", approx. 50 of "darkie", about 10 "blacked-assed", and a few coon, "tarbaby and pickaninny's

- “ ..my black shit-eating people were surely like flies, God's mindless outcasts..."

- “.. saw G. stir... raise one haunch up off a fart... slide it out gracefully.. multiple soft reports like the popping of.. firecrackers"

- “de old bitch say... de smell... comin' out dat woman... like an ole catfish.. 3 days [dead],.. Stink! Even de buzzards fly away from old pussy like dat!"

- “..plague of drizzling bat shit to humans.. below"

- “..de good Lord hisself even He.. make.. H. feel black-assed standin' befo' de golden throne...white as snow, givin' me.. sweet talk and me feelin' like a black-assed angel... hear Him holler out... boy.. Hop to, you black-assed... Hop to wid de mop and broom!"

- “.. clumsily ambushed [2 boys] in some tangled carnal union.. both of the boys naked... Nigger don' care 'bout no white boys' foolishness.. [one of the boys] he so mad, you'd think it was me dat dey caught jackin' off de ole bird"

- “.. beat a nigger, starve him, leave him wallowing in his own shit, and he will be yours for life. [be nice] and he will want to slice your throat"

- “..you no-good an'mal! I'll get hold of you at last, black bastard!"

- “I stripped the white translucent inner skin from a rabbit, separating it from the pinkish flesh, and plunged the corpse into the cool water, feeling the guts squirming wet and slimy beneath my fingers. Blood mingled with the water... Go through the midst of Jerusalem [which is also the name of a nearby town], and set a mark upon the foreheads... Slay utterly old and young, both maids and little children, and woman..."

- “dat.. sonabitch.." "Nigger life ain't worth pig shit.."..white cocksuckers.." ..dem black bastids.."

- “..some of dat white stuff, yes, get me some of dat white stuff,..... Ole white cunt.. I know.. he broods constantly upon rape, the despoliation of white women masters his dreams night and day"

- “..ole Sam wouldn' die right off, flew off'n dat hangin' tree and' jes' jiggle dere like a turkey gobbler a-jumpin' and a-twitchin'... li'l ole yellow nigger was too light fo' de rope.. white folks had to yank on [his] feet ..mean sonabitch.... dey took dat woman an' leant her up 'longside a fence and druv a 3-foot spike right up her ole pussy like dey was layin' out a barbecue.... real bunch of nigger heads all nailed up to a pole.."

- “niggers up to their necks in shit from day clean to first dark, with a big black driver to whip'em"

- “Christianity is finished and done with. Don't you know that, Reverend [Nat}?.. it was the message contained in the Holy Scripture that was the cause.. of this entire miserable catastrophe? Don't you see the plain ordinary evil of your dad-burned Bible?.. Christianity! Rapine, plunder, butchery! Death and destruction! Misery and suffering... was the accomplishment of your Christianity, Reverend... that was the joyous message of your faith... 1900 years of Christian teaching plus a black preacher is all it takes... to prove that God is a God durned lie!"

- “Shee-it nigger!... Cotch you, fo' sho!"

- from Nats "memory" of his grandmother thinking she was to be eaten but is really being being sold: “A fine little heifer! Aye, look at them fat tits! Look how they spring! I'll wager she pops a 10-pound boy!"

- “..amid the sun-splashed gloom [of the overhanging outhouse], I relieve my self in pleasant unhurried spasms.. reach out toward a.. sack filled with corncobs... sudden searing heat seizes me from underneath ..my bare bottom and balls feel set on fire.. scorched nether parts.. gaze.. down hole.. face of a boy my age.... in one hand a blazing stick."

- “..pointed sticks tracing patterns upon the white damp crust of chickenshit."

- Overhears/sees foreman’s rape of his mother: “Gwan outa hear!.. Gwan away!.. voice shrill and angry, but edged with fear.. Again my mother says something,.. still touched with fear, but her voice is blotted out by the man's grumble, louder now, almost a roar. Suddenly my mother's voice is like a moan, a single long plantative wail... making my scalp tingle... There, God damn, ye'll have a taste of me big greasy,... fruity odor of apple brandy.. broken neck of this bottle.. clutched in M.'s hand and flourished like a dagger at my mothers neck.. on her back on a table... [he] fumbles and fights with her clothes and his own... I stand unable to move.. jagged neck of the bottle [falls] on the floor... a kind of shudder passes through my mother's body, and the moan is a different kind of moan, tinged with urgency... whisper of a giggle... Uh-huh, aw-right she seems to murmur.. There now, me beauty, ye'll have earrings.. he makes a quick convulsive motion, while her long brown legs go up swiftly to embrace his waist... joined and moving in that same strange and brutal rhythm I have witnessed through the cracks of 6 cabins... I had thought it was the.. habit, or obsession.. of niggers alone."

- “Jesus bloody Christ!"

- “Like most boys of 16... I had begun to feel severely the pressures of my new manhood.. [Other] negro boys.. found an easy outlet for their hunger with the available and willing little black girls... Isolated from [there].. I grew up in almost total ignorance of these fleshly pleasures.. confounded by fear [this was] unholy and obnoxious in the sight of the Lord.. plausible to believe the Lord would not chastise me too harshly so long as I was moderate in taking my pleasure... once a week-usually Saturdays, close enough to the Sabbath.. to make my.. prayers on that day all the more forceful and devout...would go to.. shed.. It was always a nameless white girl between whose legs I envisioned myself -a young girl with golden curls... shed smelled strongly of.. timber.. in later times.. odor of cut timber would arouse my senses.. feel a sudden surge and stiffening at my groin... my vision of the golden-haired girl with her lips half open and whispering... [I] crouched panting in the pine smelling sweetness."

- Overhears/sees the white girl he has a crush on having sex on the lawn: "Oh mercy... oh God.. oh Jesus.. wait!.. oh Jesus...now wait!.. quick... put it back.. now then.. slowly.. oh Jesus Christ.. slowly!.. wait! A man's soft groan.. I remained half paralyzed, fascinated yet suddenly sick nearly unto death at the sound of the saviour's name spoken thus, as if He had been stripped shamelessly naked by the hot urgency of her lips.... wait, wait!... oh mercy.. mercy.. wait now, slowly!... oh Jesus.. oh Christ.. oh Christ.. oh yes, now!.. Oh mercy.. mercy.. mercy..... Oh my love E., my love, my love.... Finally, you've accomplished what you've been after for ages. I hope your satisfied... Stay away from me... If you touch me.. I'll tell Papa and he'll shoot you for ravishing your own cousin."

- “I still worshipped her beauty from a distance... but shaken... by the words of blasphemy I had heard her utter.. inflamed my thoughts... agitated my very dreams. in my fantasies she began to replace the innocent, imaginary girl with the golden curls as the object of my craving.. when I stole into my private place.. to release my pent-up desires, it was [her] whose bare white full round hips and belly responded wildly to all my lust.. sobbing mercy, mercy, mercy against my ear, allowed me to partake of the wicked and godless.. joys of defilement.

- “..lash the mortal shit out'n 'em all the way."

- “ ..you can get 25 even 30 miles a day out of 'em easy, even the bitches and young'uns,.."

- “Having a little trouble with your old woman at night? Git you de cotton dat she's throwed away when she got her monthlies and wear it sewed up inside yo' pants, dat'll start a woman humpin'."

- “Yo' shit stink too, sugah. Yo' ass black jes' like mine, honey chile."

- “..his finger pricked.. W. cried out - fuckin' Jesus!.. I rapped him sharply.. felt a pang of guilt and pain at my anger.. rush of pity swept through me.. mingled with a hungry tenderness... pulling him near... somehow fell on each other.. beneath my exploring fingers his hot skin throbbed and pulsed like the throat of a pigeon, and I heard him sigh... we did with our hands together what, before, I had done alone. Never had I known that human flesh could be so sweet.... man, I sho liked dat want to do it again?.. You know what jizzom puts me in mind of, Nat? Hit look jes' like buttermilk. Look dere. .. Come on I said rising. he pulled his pants up and I led him to the edge of the creek. Lord, I said in a loud voice, witness these 2 sinners who have sinned and have been unclean in Thy sight and stand in need to be baptized."

- Encounter with new master, a preacher who desires him: "You ever git any of them little nigger girls in the bushes?..... .. a whore is a deep ditch... keep thee from the evil woman... You know thats right boy.. But a young man, he said, now that’s a different idea. ..beauty and sweetness. He said eat thou honey, because it is good.. when thou liest down thou shall not be afraid... tell me something boy... I hear tell a nigger boy's got an unusual big pecker on him. That right, boy?... placing [his] tight and tormented hand on the fleshy part of my upper leg.. i hear tell your average nigger boy's got a member on him inch or so longer'n ordinary. That right, boy?.. when I failed to answer, he removed his hand... well, [he] ceased trying to ravish me fairly early on.. a few days after my arrival.. when he had ambushed me in the sagging.. 2-hole outhouse... cosseting me loudly again with proverbs and other sessions from Holy Writ..."

- “..was this hoor I knowed.. she would do it 3 ways if'n you'd pay $1.50 - 50 cents each way and take all afternoon... 2nd time you shoot, hit jest like a covey of quail flyin' straight out yo'ass..."

- “..pity alone did this... peril.. in the first hint of a black man's lust for a white woman.. I had striven for years to stifle all fleshly desire... a wild and hazardous prize: to fornicate with a white woman... she had invited me to glimpse her naked... I felt myself burning for her. Burning!.. trying to dominate.. this passion, which I knew to be abominable to the Lord.. my thoughts.. beyond control... in a.. fantasy I saw myself.. possess her without tenderness... with abrupt, brutal, and rampaging fury... her tear-stained face... bore her to the earth, my black hands.. tearing.. drew the dress up around her waist.. forcing apart those soft white thighs, exposed the zone of fleecy brown hair into which I drove my black self with stiff merciless thrusts.. [this] vision could not be mastered nor leave me alone... in my mind's eye I was mounted upon her in the dust of the road, hot as a coupling fox, my excitement gathering... swift and violent immediacy of a pain of which I was complete overseer... crushing my teeth against her mouth until the blood ran in rivulets upon her cheeks... clasping my hands from underneath ever more fiercely upon the firm flesh of her squirming buttocks until drawn up full against my black groin she cried out in the wildest anguish while I shot off within her in warm outrageous spurts of defilement. ... It seemed so real in my imagination... heard a Negro youth snicker.. saw that he was eying me... I was still in a virile state and this showed through my trousers.. in embarrassment I [left].. prayed for a bit with passionate contrition.. Lord had understood and had granted me forgiveness for this lapse.. I searched my Bible, trying to discover some key to this powerful emotion... offered me no answer"

- “I even came to be fond of the woman... intend no sarcasm when I say.. later... I felt an honest wrench of regret at the sight of the blood gushing like a red sluiceway from her headless neck..."

- “..de Lawd sho must be a white man. On'y a God dat was white could figger out how to make niggers so lonesome. ..If de Lawd is black he sho is the meanest black nigger bastard ever was born."

- “Lord.. give me a sign. Give me the first sign.. the white angel was vanquished and his body was cast down... the black angel rode triumphant among the clouds saying [blah, blah] odor of burnt pine.. I felt surrounded by the flames of hell.. vomiting... retching in prolonged pained spasms that brought up only spittle and green strings of bile... Lord,... hast Thou truly called me to this... I might not have interpreted such a vision as a mandate to destroy all the white people had there not taken place.... a couple of ugly events."

- “God dang yo' dumb mule asses! I gwine knock de livin' mule shit clean on out'n you!"

- “..them [corn] ears ain't no bigger than a puppy dog's peter.. how 'bout askin' the Lord to let loose a whole lot of water.. cousin handed him a jug.. ..how 'bout rattlin' off a special prayer and tell the Lord to unplug his asshole and git the crops growin' down here."

- “Now, I. got a dead chile! You is a white fuckah! Das all you is, white man! You is a sonabitch cuntlappin' fuckah! What you gwine do 'bout some dead baby now, white fuckah?.. Nigger baby she stahve! How come dat 'plies, white fuckah?.. How come that 'plies, white cuntlappin' fuckah?"

- “Pig shit! Someday nigger eat meat, white man eat pig shit!"

- “.. whatever unimaginable scenes took place upon their sagging [bed], F. achieved pleasure by getting drunk... and beating his Negroes ruthlessly with a flexible wooden cane wrapped in alligator hide... tormenting D. with unspeakable tricks like causing him... to copulate with a bitch dog before an assembly of local white trash."

- “..ogle the passing bottoms or breasts of the Negro girls... jabbering... about poontang and pussy.. 1 or 2 succeeded with the girls and stole off with them... ..snorts of rotgut brandy, [talking], like the negroes, about pussy and cooze.."

- “He had done something bad, yesterday, with a boy. ..He had paid the boy a dime.. The boy had told. ..he said they will be no sotomite... in the house of the Lord.. Oh, preacher how can I be redeemed?"

- “Shit! C'mon, les go. ... I've got to receive the last sign, I explained to them"

- “M. bursts into the library... unable to keep from staring.. wears no skirt at all, only the frilly white ankle-length panttaletes... she is nowhere near naked, yet the [pants] make her seem wantonly unclothed.. hot panic seizes me.. I avert my eyes - not.. before.. a glimpse of the dim shadowed cleft between the round promontories where the fabric clings tightly to her firm young bottom.. catch sight of the pantalettes again, turn my eyes away. I sweat. A vein pulsed at my temple.. sudden and savage rage.. Godless white bitch. ..she flits away.. watch the pantalettes receding, he firm young flesh beneath nearly visible.. behind teasing cotton... the rage returns.. my hatred for [her] is.. deeper than my hatred for her mother. God damn her soul... God damn her soul.. thinking of those ruffled white pantalettes.."

- “..he was bound by no rule of ethics when it came to selling "wife" and offspring - by this reasoning a little black bastard."

- “I thought of a Negro girl I had seen often.. every nigger boy's Saturday piece.. heavy breasted... she stood naked before me in my mind's eye, thrusting at me her glossy brown midriff.. with its nest of black hair... Does you want a l'il bit ob honeycomb, my sweet pussy bee?.. ground her hips in my face, delicate brown fingers stroking the pink lips of her sex, my own stiffened... arms went out to encircle her slick.. behind, my mouth buried in her wet crotch.. Lap. Lick. Suck. Oh, my Lord! I said aloud... What can it be like?.. The rage I had at that moment to penetrate a woman's flesh - a young white woman now... who as I entered her cried out with pain and joy and enveloped me convulsively with milky-white legs... I thirsted to plunge myself into the earth.. a tree.. a deer, a bear, a bird, a boy, a stump... to shoot milky warm spurts of myself into the.. sky... Lord help me I said... what can it be like? The seed left me then, squirting in warm drops along my fingers.. I slumped.. against the pine tree... thought.. was only half a prayer: Lord, after this mission is done I will have to get me a wife."

- “ Us gotta kill all dem white sonabitches. Ain’t dat what de lawd done told you?”

- “..the 2 boys sent sprawling with heads bashed in, S. disemboweled on the quiet porch, M.P. hacked down amid her chickens, and T. ..impaled upon a pike, the ice of incomprehension his eyes..”

- “Shit, man, kin I kill? I mean.. git me a ax, I kill awright! I chops de dick an’ balls off’n a white man an’ you see how I kin kill!”

- “..I smelled her warm girl-sweat.. I could stop... right here by the road... do with her anything I wished.. not a soul for miles.. throw her down and spread her young white legs and stick myself in her until belly met belly and shoot inside her in warm milky spurts of desecration. And let her scream.. uttered my silent prayer.. thrust the thought out.. as one thrusts away... Satan. ..disastrous thoughts with my great mission so near...could not help but feel my member swollen and pulsating underneath my trousers. ...On she prattled... love-obsessed, Christ-crazed babbling away... her little pantalettes damp with devotion... filled me with boredom and lust.. The place where her breast had met my arm was.. tingling.. smothered by a remorseless desire.. found myself measuring the risk. Take her.. Take her here.. Without mercy take your pleasure upon her innocent round young body until she is half mad with fright and pain. Forget your great mission.”

- “Jack’s woman.. almond-eyed beauty, had been sold to a.. trader scrounging... for likely-looking pussy for gov’mental gentlemen in Nashville.”

- “Don’t shit me... Don’t shit me, preacher man... You shit me... I fix yo’ preacher ass! I knock you to yo fuckin’ black knees! I gwine get me some meat. I gwine git some blood. ..You ain’t goin’ to spread no white woman’s legs, not on this trip you ain’t. ..if the niggers start a-humpin’ every white piece in sight we ain’t goin’ to get.. up the road”

- “..sho would of fixed dat ol’ bitches wagon.””

- “Shit!.. Shit! Kill dat fuckin’ bastid!... Miss S.’s scream, rising now to an even higher pitch of delirium, informed me about the true nature of this.. coupling.. the flash of light.. was from one of the hatchets, honed to an exquisite edge. I saw [his] arm go skyward.. and come down, go up again, and down.. T.’s head, gushing blood from a matrix of pulpy crimson flesh rolled from his neck and fell to the floor with a single bounce, then lay still. ..headless body.. slid down the wall.. and collapsed... Blood deluged the room in a foaming sacrament... Das de way us rock dem white fuckahs! Shut yo’ face, white cunt!.... Does you git her, preacher man, or does I?.. in a single leap he was across the bed and astride the screaming fat woman.. Between S.’s thrashing, naked thighs he lay in stiff elongate... the hatchet went up again, and down, and chopped off her scream.. unimaginable blood spewed forth.. hatchet made a final chunk-chunk.. [Upstairs] the blanched, hacked bleeding corpses of P. and the W. boy... streams of blood past all comprehension.. [H] vaulted 2 bodies... Hot damn! I heard him to say.”

- “.. left the T. house, leaving behind 4 slain.. [remember] the little infant... Nits breed lice.. you send H. and W. back.. they take that pore pitiful little babe and dash its brains out against the wall.”

- “..scared South well-nigh shitless. No niggers ever done anything like this.”

- “..young negro.. outlandishly garbed in feathers and the uniform of an army colonel, so drunk that he could barely stand, laughing wildly, pissing into the hollow mouth of a dead, glassy-eyed white-haired old grandmother still clutching a child... thought: It was because of you, old woman, that we did not learn to fight nobly...”

- “Look at them fuckahs shootin at us!

- “..kicked him again, kicked him with exuberance.. with rackety glee, kicked him until I saw droplets of blood spray from his huge and jagged wound.”

- “..struck him dead with 2 swift hatchet chops to the skull.”

- “Then behold I come quickly... And as I think of her, the desire swells within me an I am stirred by longing.. feel the warmth flow into my loins and my legs tingle with desire.. rage that racks me with a craving beyond pain... I pour out my love within her; pulsing flood; she arches against me, cries out,..”

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"The Grooming of Alice"

Naylor, Phyllis Reynolds

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"The Handmaid’s Tale"

Atwood, Margaret
Copyright 1986, by O.W. Toad, Ltd.

- “..the collective rape ceremony, however was suggested by an English village custom of the 17th century.”

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- Used in Fairfax County Public Schools IB English

- The 37th most challenged book of the 1990’s

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"The Hot Zone"

Preston Richard

- Brief mentions of pimps/prostitutes, how someone’s [testicles] swelled up “like a blue monkey’ and a statement of how a man infected his wife through sexual intercourse.

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"The House of Spirits"

Allende, Isabel
Bantam Books
Copyright 1982

- “..patron saint, S, for during Holy week the faithful were the spared sight of that body twisted in the most indecent posture,..... dripping with blood and tears like a suffering homosexual.”

- ..he described the torments of the dammed... hooks that pierced the male member, ..reptiles that crept up female orifices,..”

- Child says in church during sermon: “Psst! Father R.! If that story about hell is a lie, we’re all fucked,..”

- “He must of thought I was a madman, one of those crazed necrophiliacs who sometimes haunt cemeteries.”

- “..hadn’t seen any other women... except.. handful of shriveled old prostitutes, who serviced the whole camp with more good will than ability.”

- C.(child) secretly witnessing her sister’s preparation for burial: “..R. lying on her back... a deep gash forming a canal down the front of her body with her intestines beside her on the salad platter... the tiled floor... stained with blood... two men.. emptying R. out, injecting her veins with liquid.... young man kissed R. (the corpse) on the lips, the neck, the breasts, and between the legs.. C. did not speak again until 9 years later, ..”

“..melons in his orchard looked... like enormous breasts... burying his face in his saddle... seeking in the sour smell.. the forbidden, distant scent of his first prostitutes. ..nightmares of rotten shellfish.. slabs of raw beef... blood, semen and tears. ..wake up.. with his penis like an iron rod between his legs, angrier than ever. ..his terrible need became notorious. Nothing could quench it,... not even those shameful manipulations that drove the boys in boarding school out of their minds, left them blind,..”

- “He attacked her savagely, thrusting himself into her without preamble, with unnecessary brutality. He realized too late, from the blood that sputtered on her dress, that the young girl was a virgin, but neither P.’s humble origins nor the pressing demands of his desire allowed him to reconsider. P. made no attempt to defend herself. She did not complain, nor did she shut her eyes. She lay on her back, staring at the sky with terror, until she felt the man drop ... beside her with a moan. She began to whimper softly. Before her, her mother – and before her, her grandmother – had suffered the same animal fate.”

- “..he saw a teenage idiot with a rope around his neck, drooling and babbling incoherently as he stood there naked, with a mule size penis that he beat incessantly against the ground.”

- “..by evening the men would take the Red Lantern by storm, where 12 year old prostitutes and C., the only homosexual in the brothel and the town would dance.... keep... customers from taking liberties with the girls - screwing them and then refusing to pay.”

- “..he went into kitchen for his breakfast and saw a hen pecking crumbs from the floor. He gave it a kick that ripped its stomach open, leaving it to die in a pool of guts and feathers, flapping its wings.”

- “When Barrabas became an adult, he stopped fornicating with the feet of the piano…. and his reproductive instinct declared itself only when he sniffed a bitch in heat in his close environs. …He would hurl himself onto the street… He always returned with the poor dog hanging off him, suspended in the air, impaled on his immense masculinity. ...later Barrabas became unstuck from his beloved, leaving her to die.... where S. was obliged to finish her off with a coup de grace.”

- “E. pulled back the... quilt and saw his mother’s legs. They were 2 bruised elephantine columns covered with open wounds in which the larvae of flies and worms had made nests and were busy tunneling, 2 legs rotting alive... no nails on the toes, full to bursting with the pus, the black blood and the abominable animals that were feeding on her flesh,..”

- “..his habits of rape and whoring very deeply ingrained..."

- “..I went to the best-known brothel... I’m not a man for whores.. only resorted.. when.. forced to live alone...”

- “What I want is a whores’ cooperative. Or whores and fags...”

- “We made love with a violence and ferocity I had forgotten… In that chaos of sheets and pillows, clasped in the loving knot of desire, screwed into each other to the point of fainting, I felt I was twenty again, and happy to be holding in my arms this bold, swarthy woman who didn’t fall apart when you got on top of her, a strong mare you could ride on without giving it a second thought …”

- “..came upon N.’s head which looked like a lonely melon. He picked it up by the hair.. While the man leaned against a tree and vomited, F. and C. cleaned the dirt and pebbles that had got into N.’s (the head) ear, nose and mouth, and arranged her hair..... Hurry C. tld the driver. i think I’m giving birth.”

- “Years later, the twins put the finishing touches on their manhood by escaping from school and diving into the empty lot behind the garbage dump, where they traded some of their mother’s silverware for a few minutes of forbidden love with an enormous woman who cradled both of them in breasts like those of a Dutch cow, drowning them in the soft wetness of her armpits, crushing them with her elephantine thighs and sending them both to heaven with the dark, hot, juicy cavern of her sex.”

- “he leaned over his sister with the same rage he would have felt if she were his wife’s. He pulled her from bed... calling her... a dyke.. a whore and accusing her of perverting his wife.... arsenal of lesbian arts..”

- “They (the sick) were left gazing like madman to be eaten by their own fever, filling with sores, shitting blood, hallucinating scenes of fire and drowning,... taste of bile in their mouths.. bodies became like raw meat, with a red pustule next to a blue on next to a yellow one next to a black one, they vomited up their own intestines.... heads were bursting and their souls escaping in a blur of shit and fear.”

- “..they kissed, licked, bit and sucked each other,..”

- “I drilled a whole in the bathroom wall so I could watch her naked, but it got me so excited I decided to plaster it over..... pretended to be going to the [whore house], but all she said was that it was a lot better than raping peasant girls....I tried rape again... no longer had the strength to... rip her clothes off and enter her against her will.”

- E. beats/whips daughter for sleeping with boy. Accuses wife of raising her without principles, morals, religion. “..hick, ..simpleton,.. lazy.. son of a bitch...going to cut his balls off.... [wife says] you also slept with unmarried woman... only difference is he did it for love.. and so did [our daughter]...he lost control and struck her in the face.... when she opened her mouth, she spat out several teeth... thread of bloody saliva trickled down her chin and neck. ...C. never spoke to her husband again."

- “I’m pregnant. ......Now what are we going to do! he exclaimed. An abortion, of course she replied. A wave of relief broke over N.”

- “..the times they had lain on the floor smoking the same pipe to get high together.... desperately making love..”

- J. aborts A.’s baby: “N. removed her clothes and strapped her to the table, aware that this was even worse than rape, while his brother waited with gloved hands… He began to work slowly and carefully … praying that no complications would arise as he probed into her most secret parts, never ... ceasing to curse his brother in his thoughts. For if this child had been his instead of N.’s, it would have been born healthy and intact, instead of existing in bits and pieces in this sewer of a clinic. He would have cradled it and protected it instead of extracting it from its nest with a scoop.”

- “But what most surprised her were the (her husband’s) photographs. … The walls of J.’s studio were covered with distressing erotic scenes that revealed her husband’s hidden character … These chaotic, tormented scenes were a thousand times more disconcerting than the scandalous mummies she had expected to find… ..recognized the faces of the household servants. There was an entire Incan court, as naked as God had put them on this earth… ..saw the fathomless abyss between the thighs of the cook, the stuffed llama riding atop the lame servant girl, and the silent servant who waited on her at table, as naked as a newborn child, hairless and short-legged, with his expressionless stone face and his disproportionate penis.”

- “With one hand he encircled the [6 year old] child’s neck. He felt the tickle of her braids against his wrist and squeezed ever so gently, aware that she was so tiny he could strangle her with very little effort. He wanted to do it, feel her writhing and kicking at his knees, squirming as she fought for air. He wanted to hear her moan and die in his arms. He wanted to pull off her clothes. He felt violently aroused. With his other hand he ventured beneath her well-starched dress, running his fingers up her child’s legs … He was panting… The child had stopped talking and was looking at him with her huge black eyes. E. G. took her hand and placed it on his stiffened sex.”

- “Frequently when he was in bed with one of them and she was sighing in her sleep beside him, he would close his eyes and think of B...”

- “I leaned over and, through the glass covering her face, placed a kiss on the lips of my immortal beloved. At that moment a breeze crept through the cypress, slipped through a crack in the coffin …. when I raised my head and opened my eyes … R. the beautiful was gone. In her place was a skull with empty sockets, a few strips of marble-colored skin clinging to its cheekbones, and a lock of moldy hair at its nape.”

- “..handed us a photo album so we could choose our merchandise... catalogue of prostitutes... nymphs, nuns, and courtesans... last 3 pages... devoted to boys.... never seen a fag close up..”

- “She told me about the cooperative of prostitutes and homosexuals, which had had fantastic success. Together they had lifted the Christopher Columbus out of the ruin… and had worked to transform it into a social event and a historic monument… The costumes had been the greatest success of all, because they awakened the customers’ erotic fantasies, as did the catalogue of whores…”

- “T. removed her last veil, and her magnificent nakedness so overwhelmed me that I immediately felt deathly tired. My heart was weighed with sadness and my penis was as flaccid as a withered, aimless flower between my legs.”

- “…T. opened her legs, casually separating the soft columns of her thighs… and without stopping my kisses and caresses I pulled my clothes off in desperation, happy to discover my masculinity intact and firm while I plunged into the warm, compassionate animal that was offering itself to me…wrapped in the arms of the goddess, and shaken by the force of those hips until I lost all consciousness of things and exploded with pleasure.”

- “What’s the matter with you? G. asked, pointing at A.’s pants. It looks like an abortion.”

- “She felt a warm, brutal sensation as his rough, badly shaven skin scraped her face…G.’s tongue tried to pry open her lips while his hand pressed against her jaw until he forced it open…She imagined that his tongue as a warm, slimy mollusk, and she was overcome by a wave of nausea …She felt the ferocious hands wrap themselves around her neck; then without interrupting the kiss, the fingers began to tighten.”

- “A. invented irresistible techniques of seduction, and M. created new and marvelous ways of making love to her.”

- “He had lost interest in having dead-end love affairs with adolescent girls..."

- “..made love wearily, interrupted by the telephone and harried by time...”

- “Don’t count on me, you bastards,..”

- “They tied their hands and feet with barbed wire and threw them on their faces in the stalls. There J. and the others spent two days without food or water, rotting in their own excrement, blood, and fear…In an empty lot they were shot on the ground… and then their bodies were dynamited. ..stench of the remains floated in the air for a long time.”

- “..at that very moment his son J.’s testicles were being burned with an imported cigarette.”

- “Shut up, you old shit..... Did you know your granddaughter is the whore of a guerrilla? ....van started to move ...felt a large, wet hand on her leg, kneading, pinching, climbing, and exploring.... heavy breath on her face... I’m going to warm you up, whore...”

- “..stench of sweat, excrement, blood and urine.... brutal slap knocke