Sunday, July 09, 2006
"Through her dress I dug the tines of the fork hard into her thigh. She let out a scream and, in her agitated attempts to get away from me, knocked over two glasses of red wine. She pushed back the chair. In order to see the wound, she was obliged to pull up her dress. Her underthings were pretty; I found the nakedness of her thighs attractive. One of the tines, sharper than the others, had pierced the skin. Blood was flowing..."
Georges Bataille BLUE OF THE MOON (pub 1957)
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