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- On the hot summer mornings he awoke with such a desire to live that he could taste it on his tongue, like lust. See, the thing about a simile is that it makes more concrete an abstract concept. Unfortunately, "desire to live" and "lust" are both abstract nouns. There is no more a literal taste of one than the other, so nothing has been elucidated.
- John thought he understood the passionate grief and lust of a woman when she can take a man inside her, and by submitting to him become his mistress.
- They kissed, lips lingering, pressing, exploring, drinking from each other's mouths. They struggled against each other like wrestlers fighting, like animals mating... until Buckingham said breathlessly "I can't wait! I want it too much!" and lunged toward John and they tumbled together into the darker world of pain and desire until pain and desire were one and the darkness was complete. (1) Seriously, we're talking about the Duke of Buckingham. (2) I don't want any affairs that I describe as "complete darkness." (3) Let's just relive that moment with the "I can't wait! I want it too much!" Awesome.
- Buckingham had been in John's heart, had penetrated deep inside him. Is that meant to be subtle?
- (Re: the plague) I have lost my apprentice boy George, whom I have loved like a son. You lost your Boy George? Couldn't the author think of any other way to phrase this sentence? Or any other male name for your boy?
- Only the two of them knew that the duke was asking if John was still his and his alone; and John was answering: yes, yes, yes.
4 comments:
I think he can also task Lust on his tongue, though, like Thirst or Desperation. I can taste those on my tongue. Like Desire.
"John thought he understood the passionate grief and lust of a woman when she can take a man inside her, and by submitting to him become his mistress."
Explain.
No, seriously. I don't get it.
Unfortunately, I don't think I can truly explain. I mean he took a man (the duke of Buckingham, incidentally) inside him. So that's pretty self-evidence.
Grief isn't really a traditional emotion associated therewith... but I suppose if I knew I was becoming someone's mistress (as opposed to some more standard arrangement) maybe it would accompany my lust... I really can't say.
I'm unimpressed. Where's the gratuitous spanking?
Maybe we should try this as our next profession:
"I can taste your lust on my tongue like a 'Yes, yes, yes,' of complete submission to total darkness, and in my passionate grief I become the mistress inside you.
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