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“Cuando le conocí, en la posguerra, era de una fuerza hercúlea (había sido sargento de artillería de montaña y era capaz de acarrear a hombros piezas de cañón de gran peso). Y, sin embargo, era de una increíble sensibilidad sentimental, que llegaba a tener puntas melodramáticas, pero sinceras, sin pose. Se sabía de memoria una gran cantidad de versos, pero todos de esa literatura romántica inferior que tanto gusta al pueblo (del tipo de los libretos de ópera, escritos por regla general en un estilo barroco curiosísimo, con dulzonerías patéticas repulsivas, pero que gustan sorprendentemente) y le gustaba recitarlos, aunque se ponía encarnado como un niño sorprendido en alguna pillería cada vez que yo me deslizaba entre el público para escucharle. Este recuerdo es el rasgo más vivo de su carácter que siempre me viene, insistentemente, a la memoria: aquel hombre gigantesco recitando con sincera pasión versos de mal gusto, pero que expresan pasiones elementales robustas e impetuosas, y que se interrumpe y se pone colorado cuando le oye un “intelectual”, aunque sea amigo suyo.”

- GRAMSCI

fluffylychees: THERE ARE NO VIRGINS IN RIVERDALE. ARCHIE My...

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 23:21:57 -0400

fluffylychees:

THERE ARE NO VIRGINS IN RIVERDALE. ARCHIE

My brothers and I were given a book titled, “What’s Happening To Me?” in 1981. My parents thought it would answer all of our questions concerning puberty and sex. The result was a mixture of comedy and horror. The most horrifying image was the giant whistling sperm. I thought that it was drawn at actual size. I could not imagine that this could come from my penis so I developed my own theory. My theory was as follows…If you are ever to shower with another boy this giant sperm would erupt from your stomach, fall to the floor of the shower and lay there wet and smiling all the while whistling a little tune. It was some time before I realized that my theory was flawed. markjmulroney

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fluffylychees: THERE ARE NO VIRGINS IN RIVERDALE. ARCHIE My...

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 23:20:25 -0400

fluffylychees:

THERE ARE NO VIRGINS IN RIVERDALE. ARCHIE

My brothers and I were given a book titled, “What’s Happening To Me?” in 1981. My parents thought it would answer all of our questions concerning puberty and sex. The result was a mixture of comedy and horror. The most horrifying image was the giant whistling sperm. I thought that it was drawn at actual size. I could not imagine that this could come from my penis so I developed my own theory. My theory was as follows…If you are ever to shower with another boy this giant sperm would erupt from your stomach, fall to the floor of the shower and lay there wet and smiling all the while whistling a little tune. It was some time before I realized that my theory was flawed. markjmulroney

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