TREBALLA AMB NOSALTRES

“Pensó con cierta tristeza que, tras dieciocho años con aquella afición, ésta se había convertido en sólo un acto físico mecánico y repetitivo, desprovisto de los vuelos de la imaginación y de la fantasía que había conseguido conjurar en otros tiempos. En una ocasión, consiguió convertirlo casi en una forma artística, practicando su afición con la habilidad y el fervor de un artista y un filósofo, un erudito y un caballero”.

“Anyone who's got the balls to stand there and tell me that a handjob isn't exercise just doesn't know what he's talking about. I almost had a heart-attack during number three.”

“And yet I was on the way back, magazine in my hand. So there he creeps -that weakling. Again he has fallen. See him slinking through the fog with his bloodless women (...) When it ends they will find him, as yet in that land of white dreams, groping in the fog of himself”.

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“I am lying in bed, next to my brother, Lupin. He is six years old. He is asleep. I am fourteen. I am not asleep. I am masturbating. I look at my brother and think, nobly, “This is what he would want. He would want me to be happy”.

“I looked down at the shadow of my semi-stiff richard against the blue stripes. What else was there in the world beside masturbation? Nothing”.

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