Tropic Of Cancer
Boris, Henry, Tania, Carl, Irene, young cunts, old cunts, Fillmore
One of the first novels to ignore sexual morals and boundaries in brilliant prose; an eye opener for the sexually innocent.
I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere nor a chair misplaced. We are alone here and we are dead.
I feel this river…its course is fixed
Someone should do a comparison between this novel and Lady Chatterly's Lover, written about the same time, and see which one used the word "cunt" more than the other.
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