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1904 · PDF PAGE 95

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ed in a month The seventeen million and sixty oneth ! ” They tried low diet, circumcision, Injection, medicine, inhalation, They tried a vain hypnotic vision, They tried cold water and castration, In vain — the tool persistent stood it all ; Doctor and surgeon did no mortal good at all. The patient died. His coffin crowned with flowers From various ladies — roses, lilies, laurel, As some last tribute to his wondrous powers Was oak, and bound with brass. The moral Of this sad tale is so extremely patent That to repeat it were banal and blatant. …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 34

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…cled by a group of naked whores, who amused themselves by protracted efforts to induce his shrunken tarse to assert itself. They were in vain. The Weary Willie of the incompetent gut-grinder remained supine for all they could do. And they did their best. None of them were out for an airing, in racing phrase. I learned later that their pay depended absolutely on their success with his much-abused affair. In vain they exposed the most fascinating parts of their anatomy ; in vain their well-oiled hands, their mouths greasy with each others’ spendi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 125

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…er goes abroad without a buoyant heart. Such joys are his who loves the grassy knoll And contemplates the sad, effusive me. Nor seeks in vain the Virgin Mary’s holy shrine. [127]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 41

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… get on with the bum tickling, can’t you ? (I give you my word I had not spoken for three days and more.) But argu- ment is proverbially vain with a woman in the middle of a rousing bacon-rubbing. I blocked steadily on. In vain I had cudgelled my wits to find some substitute for the fatiguing exercise of rump- ing ; but the surgeon warned me that the sugges- tion would be taken in ill part. Her Majesty, he explained, is before all things respectable : not to save life, no ! Not to ensure the greatness of her empire or the happiness of her peopl…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 35

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…chew my tender lips and to mouth them with her masses of blub- ber. At the same time she denied me any entrance to her secret charms. In vain I lubricated the threshold of the sanctuary with my young and semi-liquid baby-juice ; in vain I plunged, like a kicking horse, against the succulent bivalve. The laughter of the others maddened me : the astute- ness which has ever served me, which has made me what I am, came to my aid. I banged with my hangers upon the perineum. Fart after fart testi- fied to the internal commotion so formidable an attac…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 133

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

THE AUTOMATIC GIRL I The march of science in the land now marks an- other stride : Not all in vain was Darwin’s pain, that Bruno lived and died. From Newton’s toil we gain the oil to ease men’s woes that whirl. We now produce for public use the Automatic Girl. II She’s warmed by electricity ; she wags her arse by steam, Her eye displays Marconi rays, a chemist makes her cream. An antiseptic pussy-cat assures suspicious churls That Jonathan has guaranteed our Automatic Girls. III Besides these marks of progress there’s another gain to reap. Fren…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 58

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…CAPITULUM VIII NO ! I SHALL not transcribe the songs the Arch- bishop sang. They were ill-suited to your dainty ears, my girls ! No ! In vain you strip your bellies and show me canoodles with gleet and pus a- dripping, and your dung-stuffed clyster-pipes cho- ral in my ears and grateful to my smell. No, I say ! I am adamant, iron ! You may twist yourselves into the randiest positions you know ; you may cuddle my crimson chitterling till it chirps, soars and spurts into the blue Heaven of God : but I will N O T corrupt your morals with those deg…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 23

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… — (he sighed, and broke off. I sympathetically kept silent). My prick, as I have hinted, was the despair of a fond but pathic uncle. In vain did he resort to rubbings of asses’ milk, to decoctions herbal, mys- tical, medical ; it was found necessary to abandon the unequal contest and to relegate my contempti- ble garden-engine to the category 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 abl…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 71

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… girl was insensible. My father, furi- ous at the sight, leapt up and struck her bleeding face again and again with his whip, 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 …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…t. And Satan was really ven- turing terribly far. Up and up he writhed, and the mouth of her womb spasmodically closed and re- opened in vain. He penetrated more and more deeply, and at last, with a convulsive wriggle, dis- appeared entirely into the temple of love at the very moment Eve, in a strong shudder, consummated her suppressed desire and fell to the ground in a swoon. Adam was alarmed. Some burnt clippings of mastodon-hoof were effectual in restoring her, but Eve’s furs had fallen off again, and Adam di- vined the nature of his good la…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 78

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… my posterity pudding if you prefer the phrase, soaked up into her womb, and she conceived and bare a host of children 36 days later. In vain I stood by her bed- side, fucked them to death as they emerged, and threw them aside. I was beaten. I will not dwell upon this painful subject : suffice it to say that no less than 175 (all girls, with an admixture of mon- key and slug from maternal impressions — infidelities I had long suspected without being able to prove) — were actually born and our reputations would have been ruined but for the cunni…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 52

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…st-maddened wagtails, headed by a Marchioness. My unfailing sense of propriety led me to protest against this unmeaning assault : but in vain. A string of girls and women seized my clitoris — (I saw this now for the first time. What I had supposed to be a coil of rope on which she was sit- ting slowly arose and unwound itself. It was a clitoris indeed ! Lady’s love-lump was a futile term : rather a fancy-fagot’s fuck-flapper, in Swinbourne’s faultless phrase. But all phrases are weak. It was Nature’s standing miracle.) — which, as you will obse…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 61

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ch more of a Christian ! — To allow a personal grief, however severe, to blind one for ever alike to the beauty and the duty of life. In vain I replied that there was now no beauty for me [59]

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