|The gloom hath rays, her lump is love
||[Jul. 10th, 2008|09:07 am]
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So I finished Laurell K. Hamilton and I've got to say the long passages where they sit around talking about sex ends up edging closer and closer to the long philosophical passages in the Marquis de Sade, where everyone's just sitting around naked talking and sipping hot chocolate with cantharides in it in preparation for the next bout of sexual excess.
Now I need to Do a Bunch of Things.