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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 44 leered, "I learned. . .what your American woman wants. . ." Dory began to prepare a line of defense. Symmetry, he reasoned, imagining a sequence of da Vinci sketches. Women were attractive, certainly passable, if one applied the engineering mentality to their complex and fearsome anatomy. But louder, now, and carelessly or for effect sputtering and grumbling into Arabic, the Pooh-bah told of his curious taxonomy regarding women. This wasn't material for Reader's Digest. The way the Wazir had come to nod conspiratorially. The indifferent pacing of the eunuch by the window. And Daisy, walking modestly by the fountain. "That one," said the king, "she was more fortunate as the mannequin. . . "Women, I've done as they wished," the sheik admitted, with belligerence. "The royal eyes have-tell me do you reason that Allah, when he had the chance for a sort of flagrant perfection. . .that he would have designed them. . with assholes?" "--a gravity-oriented system, not unlike our own?" Dory continued feebly. "__Even a king, I say, these new women, it's been forced on me, I've peeked at that cockatrice eye--man, if I knew, do you think he is trying to poison us?" |
