Caracalla was the one who took the Roman biscuit for me, even by the extremely high imperial standards of “being a total piece of shit.” The bit where he attacks his own bridal procession, and so on
I was convinced that the best orgasm in the history of literature is in one of Harold Brodkey's stories. Or perhaps it's the Cántico Espiritual of San Juan de la Cruz.
Caracalla was the one who took the Roman biscuit for me, even by the extremely high imperial standards of “being a total piece of shit.” The bit where he attacks his own bridal procession, and so on
I was convinced that the best orgasm in the history of literature is in one of Harold Brodkey's stories. Or perhaps it's the Cántico Espiritual of San Juan de la Cruz.
feeling very called out by "you get an unfortunate sense of not just the author’s specific book research"