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1904 · PDF PAGE 44

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…and the wild Be- dawi. Leila, the juicy-cunted nigger nockstress who took my first spunkings as I told you in Chapter III, used to see a great deal of the business when she was first brought up from her home by the Nyanza to serve the vices of George G....n at Khartoum. She had seen Mesrur, the famous eunuch of the Mahdi, violate the hairless cunnies of sixty virgins without losing erection. She had been present when Zuleika, the Queen of the Sudan, as they called her, undertook (to suck off, and swallow the spend of) fifty-seven men in the fir…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 6

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… err if we fail to rec- ognise the common basis of the audacities of piety and impiety which may manifest in the same man. As one of our great specialists has shewn, it is unphilosophical, indeed contrary to proved fact, to suppose that a man like Jabez Balfour is necessar- ily insincere. His cruel frauds, his callous scepti- cism are no less genuine and no more so than his narrow religious convictions. As well accuse a typewriter of deceit because it is capable of writing both the brilliant good sense of a Hall Caine and the vapourish outpouri…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 79

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…s. At the gate he impressed a loving kiss upon my arsehole, and gave a final but business-like frig to my weary yard. I passed out : the great Churchman was but a memory in my life. [77]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 84

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ed him that he had a bold lover, who would stick at nothing, and he gave way. The whole length of his lover’s yard was en- gulfed in one great push, and, accustomed as he was to the Captain’s penis, he could hardly repress a cry of pain. The ravisher was far longer and thicker and cared a great deal less about any pain he [84]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 107

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ee doth make cowards of us all ! And thus the native need of urination Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought And enterprises of great piss and po, meant With this regard, their currents corkscrew turn And lose the name of pumpship. Soft you now ! The fair Ophelia ! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. OPHELIA. Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day ? HAM. I humbly thank you ! Well, well, well. OPH. My lord, I have remembrances of yours That I have longed to redeliver : I pray you now receive them. HAM. No, n…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 102

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…d swollen the torrent Of solid and spasmical spend Rolls luminous up through the horrent Back-side of a friend ! Thou hast come, and the great anticlimax Is pallid in face of the dawn ; But thy joy with a quickmoving eye Max B..rb..m has rapidly drawn. A penis erect is thy totem, Thy fetish a boot — very quaint ! But thy visage resembles a bottom, O, Stephane, saint ! The garlands that crowned you and girt you, Of feminine : figures and frail Are torn from the bosom of virtue By sodomy’s gustier gale. [104]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 19

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…GUE “ Good, by Jesus ! ” cried the Countess, as, with her fat arse poised warily over the ascetic face of the Archbishop, she lolloped a great gob of greasy spend from the throat of her bulging cunt into the gaping mouth of the half-choked ecclesiastic. “ It is well, my daughter, if thou art pleased,” he replied, when he had swallowed the cachet of her emotions. “ But my venerable pudendum asks at- tention.” “ It shall have it, father ! ” said the lady, and forthwith she caught his purple-knobbed pillar in her hands, and violently rubbed it in …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…skin. She yelled aloud for mercy, but it was no good. In a trice she found herself tied up to a triangle, and a lusty black was snipping great lumps out of her back with his whip. We raved in unison to her shrieks, and in one explosive foam of lust, jetted our family fountains at a single mo- ment. Before the woman fainted, the overseer gave the word to stop. She was a young and modest girl, and at his signal, three huge negroes bounded upon her. Heedless of her cries and tears they plunged their reeking arse openers into her dainty

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1904 · PDF PAGE 23

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… of quick firers, instead of the heavy piece of field artillery which we had hoped to produce. Its speed was indeed suffi- cient. At the great Gold Medal competition of the Spunk Society in 1904, I was able to satisfy no less than twenty-seven ladies, besides an exhibition frig

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1904 · PDF PAGE 7

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…t the year 1860 in a hunting shire of Eng- land. His parents were of that lesser 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 …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 65

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e usually less cosmic rootle of a gentle-woman’s split mutton on the loose. But not only in simple androgynation did she excel : she was great at flagellation : had she not been so, I should certainly have said she was, both out of respect for her — for what gentleman would care to dwell upon a flaw in an otherwise perfect character ? — And because otherwise the English gentry would not buy your book, just as without [63]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 14

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…the swords beaten into absinthes, and the spears into tournedos ! S . . . , again, with a face like a portrait by Rembrandt, a man of no great intellect, but making no pretension thereto, how he was loved for his jolly humour, his broad smile, his inimitable sto- ries ! Yet it must not be supposed that the average man, however sincere, had much of a welcome there. Without intention to wound, he was yet hurt — the arrows of wit shot over his head, and he could never feel at home. I am perhaps the one exception. Without a ghost of talent, even in…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 85

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ere also a devout Christian. He foresaw trou- ble. It came pretty quickly. Two days afterwards Clayton had to quit his lover’s room in a great hurry, as heavy footsteps trod the passage. The Captain was in his dressing-gown and proved quite Arcadian beneath. He was in bed in a jiffy, and discovered heat and moisture to an extent unwar- ranted by the climate. “ I thought you would never come, love,” sighed the charming middy, with re- sourceful tact, “ so I’ve been whiling away the time.” “ I’m here now,” said his lover, and applied his lips to …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 11

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…he world of Art. There he met C . . . the brilliant but debauched sculptor, caustic of wit, though genial to his friends ; N . . . , the great painter, who’s royal sense of light made his can- vases into a harmonious dream ; he also the sweet friend of Bacchus, who filled him with a glow and melody of colour and thought. There, too, were D . . . and L . . . , the one poet and philosopher, the other painter and — I fear — pederast. Twins in thought, the two were invincible in argument as they were supreme in their respective arts. Often I have s…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 77

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…acker for a moment in order to wipe it dry — nothing is so deleterious to the proper enjoy- ment of a game at Hey Gammer Cook as the too great slitheriness of the lady’s rattle-bollocks — and in returning it to its sheath, the lassie was so pleased that she forgot for a second her role for protecting herself against danger of impregnation. This has always been to constrict the vagina in two places : near the vulva, to tighten on the master of ceremonies : and at the cervix, to prevent any of the fertilizing fluid, or, as she loved to call it, t…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 15

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…y surprised, for he was fond of walking, and hated travelling in any kind of vehicle. Near the Pont-Neuf he stopped the cab, removed his great blue cloak and coat (an elaborate tunic trimmed with ermine, for he was an eccentric in costume to the point of monomania) and stepped outside with me, bidding the cabman to wait. We stood in the shadow of a large urinoir and he anxiously con- sulted his watch. “ Dam the b . . . ! ” he exclaimed after a few minutes, “ Will she trick me after all ? Or has my note miscarried ? ” I was more and more astonis…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 34

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…, though, as you may guess, shared no such disabilities. Advancing, I showed its quiet dignity to the first lady. This woman, who had so great an influence upon my after life, merits a few words of description. By race a full-blooded Ne- gress, by profession a threepenny-uprighter, by education a woman of singular charm and spiritu- ality, by inclination a sapphist and cocksucker, by disease a barrel, she was as delicious a rabbit-pie as I ever laid this knife to. Over six feet in height, she measured even more around her waist, owing to a drop…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 40

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…retched wearily on. During all this time the Empress had kept up her strength by copious libations of whisky, (which stood in casks at a great height above her head, and trickled down in tubes into her royal mouth, on the same principles as saline injections). But I suppose the violence of her paroxysms or the me- [38]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 12

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…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 generous wit. Handsome as a god, with yet a spice of devil’s laughter lurking there, he would sit and enjoy the treasures of the conversation, adding at the proper interval his own rich quota of scholarly jest. Needless to say, so brilliant a galaxy attracted all …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 82

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…n 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 indignant and naturally became quite ready to cuckold the Captain if he could. At mess th…

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