Edith! What is a wrapper?

Oh .... Wait. I think it means her robe. Hm. Change but one word and it takes on a whole new -- um, depth.

Love Wharton. Read it all; it is unusually specific in the moving parts (and then, and then...) dept for her.

I don't tend to read or watch porn. To me, it's like watching someone else eating an ice cream cone or ripping into a hamburger. I'll get something nourishing myself, thank you. It's all just so second hand.

Funny, this, because a close friend wrote me this yesterday:

Have been going to book sales this week - AAUW last Saturday - I got*4* books, J got three boxes of photography books. Then went to Mville sale today, and found lots of good stuff (for first imtein a long time). Plus (and you will enjoy this story) went to library sale setup on Thursday and the lady who runs it pulls me aside - tells me that someone donated 25 sealed boxes of books to Wlake for their sale. The ladies over there opened them up and found they were all romance, in alphabetical order no less. BUT 7 of th boxes were erotic romance, and they went into a tizzy - resealed them and promptly sent them over to RM (center of moral degradation that we are) -without mentioning what they are.
So our ladies opened them up, and sealed them again and then asked me what to do with them? I said put them on the shelves - they're the hot selling genre in publishing right now. But they didn't want to offend anyone, and thought any buyers might not purchase so that entire town doesn't know they read porn. SO - they gave them to me.Yes, I have a livingroom full of porn right now - maybe 200 booksthat retail for lwest price of $15 each - all in like new condition. I'll be more than happy to sell them for $10 each.
I'm telling you this so if I die and the EMT's come to the house andreport that the house is full of porn - you'll know why.
;)
C

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From: Lapham's Quarterly

Date: Sun, Feb 10, 2013 at 10:01 AM

Subject: Back Matter: Edith Wharton's Erotica

View this email in your browser With Valentine’s Day only a few days away, we suspected you’d want to get into the mood. Forget Fifty Shades of Grey or the conventions of a Hallmark card, Edith Wharton wrote this risqué fragment as a part of a story that she never completed The excerpt was published for the first time in 1975. This is not the age of innocence.  The Bread of Angels c. 1919: “And now, darling,” Mr. Palmato said, drawing her to the deep divan, “let me show you what only you and I have the right to show each other.” He caught her wrists as he spoke, and looking straight into her eyes, repeated in a penetrating whisper, “Only you and I.” But his touch had never been tenderer. Already she felt every fiber vibrating under it, as of old, only now with the more passionate eagerness bred of privation and of the dull misery of her marriage. She let herself sink backward among the pillows, and already Mr. Palmato was on his knees at her side, his face close to hers. Again her burning lips were parted by his tongue, and she felt it insinuate itself between her teeth and plunge into the depths of her mouth in a long, searching caress, while at the same moment his hands softly parted the thin folds of her wrapper. READ THE ENTIRE STORY Eros Winter 2009 BUY BACK ISSUE Edith Wharton, from "Beatrice Palmato." Having published her first collection of short stories in 1899 in her late twenties, Wharton emerged as one of America's foremost novelists with the publication ofThe House of Mirthin 1905.  Copyright © 2013 Lapham's Quarterly, All rights reserved. You've received this email because you're a subscriber or you've signed up for our newsletter. Thanks!