tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post115195865657891150..comments2023-10-23T09:10:21.726-07:00Comments on Darwin's California Cat Presents Last Days of My Career as a College Professor: Robertson Gets Some Love....J.Michael Robertsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748774253168313345noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1152147459766146912006-07-05T17:57:00.000-07:002006-07-05T17:57:00.000-07:00I can row a boat, Camus?I can row a boat, Camus?....J.Michael Robertsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15748774253168313345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1152052887302444352006-07-04T15:41:00.000-07:002006-07-04T15:41:00.000-07:00Why drag Ayn into this sordid discussion?Why drag Ayn into this sordid discussion?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1152019566136360812006-07-04T06:26:00.000-07:002006-07-04T06:26:00.000-07:00I haven't seen such an expression of emptiness sin...I haven't seen such an expression of emptiness since The Stranger.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1151992180298345932006-07-03T22:49:00.000-07:002006-07-03T22:49:00.000-07:00Daisy farted. Atlas shrugged.Daisy farted. Atlas shrugged.....J.Michael Robertsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15748774253168313345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1151981271412099412006-07-03T19:47:00.000-07:002006-07-03T19:47:00.000-07:00This is another Anonymous. Judith Krantz wrote rin...This is another Anonymous. Judith Krantz wrote rings around Lawrence on the subject, and perhaps you as well. Her mega-blockbuster Princess Daisy starts conventionally enough:<BR/><BR/>"Oh, yes! she thought, opening her lips to him, tumbled and craving and daring. She arched her body toward him, nudging his hands toward her breasts until they were clasped and claimed. . . . He bent to the glorious task, dimly aware that never before had life flowed through him without the static and interferences of thought, never had he been so close to drinking the elemental wine of life. He tasted it on her lips and on her nipples and on her belly, his whole skin drank thirstily of her, and when he thrust into her, he knew he had arrived at last at the source, the spring . . ."<BR/><BR/>But, after all that arching and nudging and clasping and claiming and drinking and thrusting, Mrs. Krantz understood the need to bring things down to earth:<BR/><BR/>"Afterward, as they lay together, half asleep, but unwilling to drift apart into unconsciousness, Daisy farted, in a tiny series of absolutely irrepressible little pops that seemed to her to go on for a minute."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1151979618404934652006-07-03T19:20:00.000-07:002006-07-03T19:20:00.000-07:00Toward the end of his life, Lawrence developed a r...Toward the end of his life, Lawrence developed a relationship with a cow that is best described as strange.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com