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Emergency!! Emergency!! Animal control we have a wild penis on loose!! Help!!!!

Woof!Woof! Ladies hold on to your knickers (as if that matters...hahaha!) I'm back in town darlings!! The horny uncouth bastard, so save your vanities and say hello to Mr. Henry Miller!

Sexual claustrophobia and

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unrestrained gusto for life made me churn out vulgar visceral depiction of what is christened as ,"Ménage à trois gone down the drain". Mona’s (a.k.a Mara) romps with her eccentric fuckaree lover- Stasia drove me over the edge. Those Machiavellian bitches did not value the supremacy of my penis whilst indulging me like a kid. Arghhh!! I’m loveless...blah blah....sex-starved..blah...on the verge of purging a bohemian inchoate calling...blah..blah...

Alas! I won’t be here for long as I see the boat pulling out for my extensive cruise to Paris. Adieu suckers! Ici que je viens chiennes français!!Bonne chasse. (Here I come you French bitches! Good hunting!)

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Dreams of dog collars.

This novel comes blurbed as an account of Miller's education and emergence as a writer, and that theme does indeed come to the fore in the last third of the book. His prose poems on what goes through a novelist's head as he writes are fascinating and the quality of the prose poems he uses to fill

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us in always magnificent. The first part of the book, though, is a bird of another feather. It actually has a plot, of sorts, and the plot centers around his kaleidoscopic relationship with his wife and her dippy girlfriend. I enjoyed his mastery of the language every bit as much as he tells this story, and there was frequent hilarity--always an underappreciated aspect of Miller's writing. I suspect that most readers might find this segment of the book a touch more engaging than the slightly abstruse final part, however brilliant the writing remains.

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