V-2nd, ongoing profanity

[Robin Landseadel]

Take chapter fourteen—Please!—"V. In Love". Short version, a bunch of  
fags cook up Le Sacre du Printemps and finish it off with with a real  
human sacrifice, like an even gay-er version of "Wicker Man."

	. . . An apocryphal story relates that he vowed at that moment
	never to touch drugs, never to attend another Black Mass . . .

It's a wonder anyone takes the author seriously after all the   
adolescent sniggering in this chapter. TRP makes a facile equation of  
the breakdown of tonal centers and the breakdown of mores and morals  
in its wake as La Jarretière is impaled during the ballet's musical  
climax. Meanwile, the boss comes up with lines about  "Mongolized  
fairies."

Cyprian, in many ways, serves as a corrective.

On Jun 17, 2010, at 6:52 AM, rich wrote:

> or maybe the Pyncho is capt bringdown. V. is a pretty humorless, inert
> piece of wonder. easy to love when you're young, horny, a few lit clit
> classes not to mention a bit of newly discovered and welcomed femdom
> under yr belt
> i'm so very glad all those cute boys grew up
> (keep it if not bouncing at least cumming)
>
> faery blessings mistress