Near the end of the meeting (the Quakers call it a Meeting for Worship), I look up, see the silent people around me, and wonder if there is something vaguely improper in what I am thinking, particularly considering the words of the first speaker, who spoke of listening to the “still small voice within.” No, I do not think it improper, and yet I would not stand before these people and say, “I am wondering if the smell of her cunt was arousing in itself or if it was the context of that smell that made it arousing. Or again, whether I had learned to find the smell arousing because it signified an arousing context.”
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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