IT WAS NOT UNTIL THE 19TH TURY
THAT RUSSIA PRODUCED A LITERATURE
WORTHY OF BEING PART OF THE
WORLDS CULTURAL HERITAGE. PUSHKIN
DISPLAYED VERBAL FACILITY. GOGOL
WAS A REFORMER. AS A STYLIST
DOSTOEVSKY HAD MANY SHORTINGS.
TOLSTOY. . .
IN her chamber Snow White removed her coat, and then her shirt, and then her slip, and then her bra. The bare breasts remained. Standing by the window Snow White regarded her bare breasts, by pointing her head down. "Well, what is there to think about them? Usually I dont think about them at all, but think, rather, about on occurrences, like going to the bowling alley or seeing, in the sky, the wingspread of a gigantic jet aircraft. But ret events, or lack of events, have provoked in me a crisis of fidence. But let us take stock. These breasts, my own, still stand delicately away from the trunk, as they are supposed to do. And the trunk itself is not unappealing. In fact trunk is a rather mean word for the main part of this assemblage of felicities. The cream-of-wheat belly! The stunning arse, in the roirror! And then the especially good legs, including the important knees. I have nothing but praise for this delicious assortment! But my curly mind has problems distinct from although related to those of my scrumptious body. The curious physicality of my existence here oh is related to both parts of the mind-body problem, the mind part and the body part. Although I secretly know that my body is my mind. The way it acts sometimes, spontaneously and sdalously hurling itself into the arms of bad situations, with never a care for who is watg or real values. No wonder we who are twenty-two dont trust anybody over twelve. That is where you find people who know the score, uwelve. I think I will go out and speak to some eleven-year-olds, now, to refresh myself. Now or soon." Snow White regarded her nice-looking breasts. "Not the best Ive ever seen. But not the worst."
BOBBLE was one of the boys who was there. He had a hair style that, I dont know, some of you may not like, and there were other things wrong with him too. I had thought that in terms of mettle he would glister like a fire escape. Whereas in fact he was a sack of timidities. That much was clear. But we had sent for him so we had to talk to him. "All right lad this is what we want with you. Your mission is this: to go out into the world and pull down all those ele posters. We have decided to stop voting, so pull down the posters. Lets get all those ugly faces off our streets and out of our elective offices. We are not going to vote any more, no matter how often they e around with their sound trucks and statesmanlike gestures. Pull down the sound trucks. Pull dowstretched arms. To hell with the whole business. Voting has turned out to be a damned impertihey never do what we want them to do anyhow. And when they do what we dont want them to do, they dont do it well. To hell with them. We are going to save up all our votes for the wenty years and spend them all at oime. Maybe by that day there will be some Rabelaisian figure worth spending them on. And so, raw youth, with your tentative air, go out and work our will on the physical world. We are going to go whole hog on this program, to a certaient, and you are our chosen instrument. We are not particularly proud of you, but you exist, in sh way, and that is enough, for our purposes. You are sub-attractive, Bobble, and so are your peers there, but here