THE VALUE THE MIS ON
EROTIEEDS INSTANTLY SINKS
AS SOON AS SATISFA
BEES READILY AVAILABLE.
SOME OBSTACLE IS NECESSARY
TO SWELL THE TIDE OF THE LIBIDO
TO ITS HEIGHT, AND AT ALL PERIODS
OF HISTORY, WHENEVER NATURAL
BARRIERS HAVE NOT SUFFICED, MEN
HAVE ERECTED VENTIONAL ONES.
"Which prince?" Snow White wondered brushieeth. "Which prince will e? Will it be Prindrey? Prince Igor? Prince Alf? Prince Alphonso? Prince Mal? Prince Donalbain? Prince Fernando? Prince Siegfried? Prince Philip? Prince Albert? Prince Paul? Prince Akihito? Prince Rainier? Prince Porus? Prince Myshkin? Prince Rupert? Prince Pericles? Prince Karl? Prince Clarence? Prince Gee? Prince Hal? Prince John? Prince Mamillius? Prince Florizel? Prince Kropotkin? Prince Humphrey? Prince Charlie? Prichabelli? Prince Escalus? Prince Valiant? Prince Fortinbras?" Then Snow White pulled herself together. "Well it is terrific to be anticipating a prince -- to be waiting and knowing that what you are waiting for is a prince, packed with grace -- but it is still waiting, and waiting as a mode of existence is, as Brack has noted, a darksome mode. I would rather be doing a huher things. But slash me if I will let it, this waiting, bring down my lofty feelings of anticipation from the bedroom ceiling where they dance overhead like so many French letters filled with lifting gas. I wonder if he will have the Hapsburg Lip?"
PAUL stood before a fence posing. He was on his way to the monastery. But first he osing in front of a fehe fence was covered with birds. Their problem, in many ways a paradigm of our own, was "to fly." "The engaging and wholly charming way I stand in front of this fence here," Paul said to himself, "will soon persuade someoo discover me. Then I will not have to go to the monastery. Then I be on television or something, instead of going to the monastery. Yet there is no denying it, something is pullioward that monastery located in a remote part of Western Nevada." Lanky, generous-hearted Paul! "If I had been born well prior to 1900, I could have ridden with Pershing against Pancho Villa. Alternatively, I could have ridden with Villa against the landowners and corrupt gover officials of the time. Iher case, I would have had a horse. How little opportunity there is for youo have personally owned horses itom half of the tweh tury! A wohat we U.S. youth still fork a saddle at all. . . Of course there are those horses uhe hoods of Buicks and Pontiacs, the kind so many of my trymen favor. But those horses are not for me. They take the tan out of my cheeks and the lank out of my arms and legs. Tom Lea or Pete Hurd will never paianding by this fence if I am sitting inside an Eldorado, Starfire, Riviera or Mustang, no matter how attractively the metal has bee."
SNOW WHITE let down her hair black as ebony from the window. It was Monday. The hair flew out of the window. "I could fly a kite with this hair it is so long. The wind would carry the kite up into the blue, and there would be the red of the kite against the blue of the blue, together with my hair black as ebony, floating there. That seems desirable. This motif, the long hair streaming from the high window, is a very a one I believe, found in many cultures, in various forms. Now I recapitulate it, for the astonishment of the vulgar and the refreshment of my venereal life."
THE President looked out of his window. He was not very happy. "I worry ab