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1904 · PDF PAGE 83

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ice, arguing that Andrew would have him- self preferred this choice, arguing that Andrew could never be really enamoured of so vicious a boy, but what he saw three weeks after undeceived him. On this wise. One night the Captain, being restless, sug- gested a tour of inspection, and the two lovers stole quietly out of their cabin. They came after a time to where Andrew and Ambrose were, and were lucky enough to catch the former in the very act of sacrificing at the most holy altar, while the boy, turned half round, was gently chewing and licking…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ce, “ Suck-shit ”) the latter knocked him down and kicked him. The lieutenant, who was near, had to interfere, and the dark languor- ous boy was punished. This mean revenge (as he understood it) irritated Monty still more and he eventually refused to speak to Andrew at all. It was the night of a big dinner ashore and Monty Le W... had gone up to a little sitting-room which was next [to the] billiard-room, to wait for the Captain. Unperceived Andrew had followed him and was now lurking behind the heavy curtain that hung over the door ; he listen…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…nt) When the harlot refuses the oyster, And the pandar is left in the lurch ; When the cunt is discrowned of the cloister, And the choir boy unkissed of the church ; When Aum tat Savitur varenyam The Hindu forgets to recite, We should think we had reached the millennium, Save only for Tite ! [103]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…r class of county magnate which does not care to make any great show. They had enough self-respect to live the life of their choice. The boy, delicate in his youth, was not able to bear the roughness of public school for long, but he passed with honours through Oxford, respected for his piety and learn- ing by his professors and (I am ashamed to say) adored by a certain unsavoury coterie for the baby- ish beauty of his face, with its unfathomable eyes, its small and scarlet mouth, and the impudent cynicism of his — bottomless lust, I would say,…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…but all in vain. They dissuaded him. When she comes to, he roared, fill her up with cayenne pepper and leave her in the sun ! Another, a boy of ten years, was now brought up, and my mother, taking a needle and Some fine silver wire sewed up his urethra so tightly that no drop of liquid could possibly pass. She then took his young fiddlestick in her hand and by a thousand sensual touches awoke the lad’s desire, while her own were attended to by a string of slaves whose fervid fornicators jobbed her tufted treasure. The agony of the poor boy grew…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… of one, the complacencies of another. They were feared, these two ! There also did he meet the well known ethicist, I . . . , fair as a boy, with boy’s golden locks curling about his Grecian head ; I . . . , the pure and subtle-minded student, whose lively hu- mour and sparkling sarcasm were as froth upon the deep and terrible waters of his polished irony. It was a pity that he drank. There the great surgeon, and true gentleman, in spite of his exag- gerated respect for the memory of Queen Victoria, J . . . , would join in with his ripe and ge…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 82

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…h- out a word, gave him a fierce kiss, while his hand sought to awake desire in an even more direct manner. But the passing fancy of the boy had gone, and he rudely repulsed the advances of his would-be lover. Andrew, with great self-command, withdrew in silence. Next day, however, they were both called before the Captain, read a long lecture on the sin of pederasty and severely repri- manded. It was evident that Captain Spelton liked his forehead very well as it was, and meant to keep a sharp look-out. Monty in his innocence was ter- ribly ind…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 115

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…hed “ Vox, et praeterea nihil.” III There was a young man of Cape Town, Who acquired European renown By sucking his come From his bugger-boy’s bum, Swallowing it, and keeping it down. IV There once was a Kensington Strumpet Whose arse-hole would bray like a trumpet : Besides which gift, she Had one art, repartee. As tasty and crisp as a crumpet. [117]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 136

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ly : A finger is fun — a fuck is folly. Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : I’m on for it anyway — here goes. So Piddling Poll fetched a boy with a cock ; And was fucked for an hour and a halt by the clock. While Randy Rose sat over her head And was sucked off seventeen times instead.

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ders, has here been omitted.) As when late larks give warning Of dying fucks or dawning, Girls murmur in the morning : “ Once more, dear boy, once more ! ” And Mr. Pego failing To answer to her wailing, Bursts out in wrath and railing : “ I shan’t, you bloody whore ! ” But soon her mouth up swallows His prick ; her poxy hollows Grow glorious as Apollo’s : [100]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…lime ; it was based on the slime Of a fishwoman’s rotten old twat. He proceeded to suck the shit that had stuck To the hairs on a bugger-boy’s bottom. Gulped down a placenta : drank piss and Apenta, And said “ Now I think chat has got em ! ” He reserved every shot till the dinner was hot And the people of “ Sept ” were content.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 138

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ook out his penis and blocked her : And thus the very first man that had her Was the eminent London Doctor. She had triplets soon by the boy in the stable : There was Copulating Cora And beautiful Mensurating Mabel And Defecating Dora. Of all they did to tell you the story I may one day not be chary For it all redounds to the honour and glory Of Micturating Mary. But the Bishop ruined the Vicar’s daughter. Though he usually kept it hidden, he Had a tool in length a yard and a quarter. And it jiggered a hole in her kidney. Her beautiful golden u…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ncident occurred on this wise. For some days my ponderous and unwieldy bollocks had become turgid and swollen with the fluid we know, my boy, you dog ! As spunk. Eighty-three pounds and four ounces they weighed on the penny-in-the-slot machine at our village station, and had it not been for the singular ro- bustness of my physique, unenervated by de- bauch, I should have seen myself condemned to share the unenviable lot of the Samoan with ele- phantiasis of the scrotum, and support my too generous endowments with a wheelbarrow. Fortu- nately th…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…capacity. L..s was the son of a charlatan parson once well known in Eng- land as a mountebank, while his mother, disgusted that he was a boy, brought him up as a girl, as far as she possibly could. He even slept with her till he was eighteen : and we may guess the result. H...s was a snivelling shit. L..s wore long hair, never washed and rarely shaved. His pictures were beneath criticism, and his manners — Mean little skunks, the slimy pair of them ! Now in an attic in the same building lived S...y B.....s, the common road of the quarter : an i…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 81

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…et memories and disquieting thought of the future. For Monty Le W... had never given him his love before. Monty was a dark, languid-eyed boy with jetty hair ; there was about him the indefinable air that sexual per- verts recognize so quickly, a closer union than ma- sonry can boast. In fact, he had not been on board H.M.S. Osiris a week before the Captain had pro- moted him to a dignity sufficiently high to excite the envy of the boys who had till then held the proud distinction of favourite catamite. A furious battle between the jealous beaut…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e Archbishop will go on like this all night, said a sweet voice behind me. I turned, and saw Leila, the black-bumboed blouzabella of his boy- hood. Come with me, she added, I can still beat you at cuddle-my-cuddie. She saw me hesitate, [47]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…f you can’t go tail- twitching her hairy old tuzzy-muzzy ? You shall suck the oysters out of the kidney pudding if you’re good. Now — my boy ! I complied with dignity, and in a moment found the Archbishop on my back gripping my hair with one violent hand and grappling at my breasts with the other, while his sharp-beaked pond snipe tore open the folds of my wrinkled arse, ill protected by their six weeks’ leaving of shit, and began pumping out its short and spitty spend with the sound of a kettle seething and crackling. Enough ! I cried, and wed…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…one. She, uncrowned Empress of mankind, she, carrion of a million stallion men, she was my love, my dove, my undefiled ! To me, the mere boy bugger of the Bay of Biscay, this peerless rantipole [43]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…and ought to do my little Fanny’s job a treat.” Eulogy, you will ad- mit, can no further go. To return : I was a healthy and well-formed boy, and my innate stern moral sense guarded me against the temptations into which so many youngsters fall nowadays. The diminutive size of my meat-skewer baffled all the attempts of my fiery-arsed nurse, for her well-worn snatch-blatch could receive no gratification from anything smaller than a village pump-handle. It is a singular circumstance that my relations with my god-mother (who had ad hoc taken an in-…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…nd the waves ; but she too failed. I had broken every record in the long-distance competition : and I needed rest. Even the pelvis of my boy love failed to rouse me : once the reaction had set in, nothing could stop it. On the eighth day Leila fell back with a weary and long-drawn howl : on the twenty- sixth she recovered sufficiently to try again : this time her efforts were crowned with success : a [60]

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