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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 43 spirited away. . ." One more theory. Ezekiel's wheel loading up on an antique seraglio. "But Excellency, in the name of the birds and the bees, we breed to the little darlings, how do you explain--' "As the stallion mounts his dreadful donkey-love, thus the weak, mulish hinny." "Sheik," Dory fussed with his lamb, "we all have, uh, love our mothers. . ." "Yes but the idea, the beauty of our real women. Fine-scented, hygenic--ancient sculpture suggest the clean-lined simplicity of these beauties." "Certainly, the houris." "Of course. Vaginal orgasm enough for them." He scowled at proud Sela. "Why we'd fit into one of our real women. . .as tidily as a letter in an envelope." "An idea of femininity. . ."Dory realized he was slurring. "You mean like the way a female dog can cause bare spots on a lawn. . .?" He was losing himself in the mesmeric gaze of the Grand Pooh-bah. The man is having an effect on me, he thought, with some dizziness, that is quite of opposite of conscienceness-raising. "At St. Hilda's College, Oxford," the Pooh-bah |