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1904 · PDF PAGE 135

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

CHORUS And she’ll work, work, work ! She’ll give a nod And say “ My God ! ” With a simper and a smirk. She’ll titillate your testes till with senses in a whirl You plunge your pennies in the slot of the Auto- matic Girl. [137]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 32

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…cab- bage-patches of his numerous lady friends. “ Come ” he said, rising, with a sad sweet smile, “ to our reminiscences ! This is weary work.” [30]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 105

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…ouths with smiles : If you were thrall to chancre And I were page to piles ! If you were fucking’s lady And I were lord of buggery, We’d work electric handles To dildos, sticks, and candles. Till testicles kept hey-day In vulva’s greasy snuggery : If you were fucking’s lady And I were lord of buggery. If you were queen of spending And I were lord of spunk, We’d fuck for days together And oil your chamois-leather, And teach my tool a bending. Arid prove your twat a skunk, If you were the queen of spending And I were lord of spunk. EPILOGUE If I …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 127

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…es. My cock doth stand : my spunk doth flow When Celia pisses. V When Celia tucks, my giant tool Goes in and out with mighty clucks : My work’s cut out, sir, as a rule When Celia fucks. Worn by prolonged attempts on ducks, Weary of goats and boys, I school With rods the unwilling slave : it plucks [129]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 76

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…d his approbation of my ser- vices by appointing me to a fat bishopric, with the run of all the choir-boys in the district. But I had my work cut out in other ways, for Leila was still with me, and you know from your own experience that she has but to grip once your father-confessor with her amazing man-trap, and it is not so easy to withdraw. It fell on this wise. The English were still dis- embarking in interminable file upon the sunny shores of the Low Countries when my nine hun- dredth creamy emission for that period roared like the breakin…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 86

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…ayed home, though, and kept a sharp look-out with the gaff for the serpent. This is what happened in his absence. Eve had done her day’s work, and was sprawl- ing in the sun with her tailor-made fur-lined dress within easy reach (fig-leaves, in the daytime, had entirely gone out, and were now only worn for eve- ning dress), and meditating on the curious events of the past evening. “ Silly thing that of Adam’s,” she soliloquized, “ just when I was feeling nice, it turned sick and collapsed, and took ten minutes to get well again. Why, I could ha…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 22

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…tting cream in the tea — his only amusement, poor fellow, I sucked him dry years ago ! — and then we will sit down to a real morn- ing’s work over my reminiscences.” These, dear girl, are for you. They form this pleasant book. Now strip yourself and get a can- dle ; lunge in front of a looking-glass and read and frig alternately. If you are grown up, a dog or a man to suck you saves labour — of any sort — and time. But I want you to swim in a perfect ocean of fuck as you read — and please God if we ever meet — what ho ! I’ve a belly-full of boi…

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…ly glance at the newsman’s disordered toi- let. “ May I order you a closed fly ? ” he added with a twinkle. But the reporter was hard at work scribbling down these scintillations in short hand. “ One must live,” said the Daily M . . . er, look- ing up. “ I do not see the necessity ” retorted the other, straining after originality. “ But ” — a pleasanter glance overspread his face, and lit his kindly grey eyes, for his own wit kept him in almost perpetual good humour — “ let us say nothing of all this but what gentlemen should say. I might find …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 66

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…yote like a slatequarry, and a clitoris like Lord Penrhyn, for it had been known to stand out for seven years against the demands of the work- man. They got the little girl at a disadvantage over a chair, while Leila and I looked on with eyes in- jected with frightful lust at the voluptuous specta- cle. The schoolmistress then addressed her little victim in these terms : “ You saucy little bitch ! You would, would you ? ” Excited to madness by the erotic phrase, she wildly lifted up her petticoats and exposed her magnificent rose. ’Twas a roost…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 36

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…lessly from their suspender. The pressure of her lousy but expert weather-gig gave me excruciating agony : for it was impossible even to work in order to produce ejaculation, on which I naturally relied to gain my point. But not for nothing had I been trained in the School of Mines ! (I thought you were at this time but seven years old, I ven- tured. He seemed not to hear.) By pulling at her bubbies by their nipples, which were an excellent grip, I was able to start a swinging movement, whose aim the charming but unscientific girl did not suspe…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 11

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…esty and elo- quence. He obtained a valuable private chaplaincy in Paris, a most suitable post, allowing him plenty of leisure for other work. During this period a deli- cious volume of hymns came from his pen, and his self-sacrificing ministrations to the poor were the wonder of the French capital. His evenings were spent in that witty and high- thinking informal club which met nightly at the restaurant Au Chien Rouge, whose members are so honoured in the world of Art. There he met C . . . the brilliant but debauched sculptor, caustic of wit, …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 77

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…remonies : and at the cervix, to prevent any of the fertilizing fluid, or, as she loved to call it, tool- treacle, from doing its deadly work. The remaining space, bigger than the Caves of Kentucky, was de- voted to a cloak-room during the season, and to a universal shit-house for the wonderful collection of worms and other reptiles that she always loved to have about her. She had one tapeworm in particu- lar — a fine fellow, I remember him well, he had an intellect like a Newton, and a tail like a tooth- pick — whom she dearly loved. So that t…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 15

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…charm, his sincerity and brilliance. Once they grasped the many-sided nature of his mind — an operation which took about two hours’ hard work on the part of D . . . and L . . . , for K . . . dissimu- lated, with amusing effrontery, the real harmony of his character — they knew him for a man, and loved him. It was at the Red Dog that I first had the pleas- ure of meeting him. He was then living apart from his wife, who had returned to Cairo for the sake of its vice, and he occupied a small flat in the Avenue Matignon ; I was myself living not fa…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 40

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…ling-but-the flesh-is-weak prick-scouring as if the last trump were going to sound in a minute, and I were afraid to be “ caught with my work half done on Judge- ment Day,” as Browning says. So I leather-stretched 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 78

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…it was not D.T. this time, and the humour of the thing striking him, he laughed and made me an Archbishop. Thus God can in his wonderful Work- ings bring good out of apparent evil. I had wished to dwell for awhile upon the de- lightful memory of my Leila’s fly-by-night as it ap- peared in the all too brief period of her pregnancy. Imagine the gradual heaving up of her greasy belly under one’s very fuck, the constant tickling of one’s thumb of love by the innumerable fingers new-made of the many foetuses, the curious slime that filled her, and f…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 61

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… surpassing — for I was now come to my strength — the childish efforts upon the queenly butter-boat of E.....d’s debauched ruler. As the work of putrefaction proceeded — and the stench was awful, for S...y’s little leaven had per- vaded his whole lump — I rammed my arse-wedge frantically into his holes as they formed, as if in the insane hope of damming the damage of damned death’s fell flood. Indeed for a week or so I did more than this. The patient actually gained weight. But time tells on the strongest. In the second week I kept barely level…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 90

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be fit for work tonight. The lioness used to lick it with some effect, I remember. Couldn’t ask Eve to do that, though. It would degrade her, I’m sure. I must try and raise her to my level rather than — Damn that potato patch ! It must be dug over to- morrow, and only the old flint spade still. A man in Lord God’s position — House of Lords, stake in the country, and all that ought to provide iron spades — this is the only country planet for bil- lions of miles where science hasn’t penetrated, so that young prince says — don’t believe he’s a rea…

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