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Show 113 adjective and epithet, as expletive, interjection and intensifies and I'm not sure they didn't use it as conjunction and preposition. The only way they didn't use it was to refer to defecation or feces, as in, "Oh shit, I stepped in some dog pooh." Never before in my life had I heard a middle class girl utter that word. I was entranced. I was also entranced by the dancer as she brushed her fans over her body. A Chinese girl who wore her short black hair like a helmet, her face beautiful, solemn, composed, her eyes downcast beneath long lashes, she used small turns to show her back, her hip, her legs and, finally, her perfect rear. In the spotlight her skin was golden, rich and smooth, and the fans fluttered faster, keeping time with my excited blood, fans giving me a glimpse of breast, giving a breast and taking it back, giving both breasts and taking them back. Thinking that the sight of her breasts would be the culmination of all my desires, as soon as I'd seen them I wanted more. But though she danced longer and showed her breasts to my heart's content, she did not show my heart's desire, she teased and bowed and smiled (in mockery?) and disappeared. Our table was so close to the floor that at times I could have reached out and touched her. I didn't. I was being touched though, by the city itself on a clear day, its buildings on those hills with a shining beauty, or wrapped in fog to turn mysterious and lovely. I bought a hat and a raincoat with my fabulous shipyard earnings and walked the streets in fog so thick it dripped from the awnings. The people I passed hardly looked at me but I gazed at them in wonder at their numbers and in awe at their diversity. I watched the winos on Mission Street and the jeweled women on Nob Hill, smelled the new odors in Chinatown, noted every shade of black or brown or gold or pinko-grey skin. Night people and day people, old and young, hale and not so hearty, more and |
