Hi Jill
I can't speak for Dominic on his self-loathing but can say about Leicester,
where he lives as well as me, that it is a very strange place, not for
nothing does the place name mean Lear's Castle or do said Lear, his
Cordelia, plus Richard the Third, what a collection, lie supposedly buried
on the banks of our river, tragedy is in our bones, as it were. I often
think that my being consigned to this dump is a true proof of the
non-existence of a benign deity, here people are sociable and cold and quite
often completely bonkers, you could starve to death amidst a crowd of
well-wishers in this town, they'd all talk about something else as you died
before their eyes. And then feel sympathy.
It's a right squalid mess. And also it seems the birthplace of what is now
standard English, that I think is one of the invisible G-d's other finesses
of humour.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Jill Jones" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, April 05, 2003 1:02 AM
Subject: Re: Shite and onions
Pfui, yrself. Testosterone isn't evil, nor does does it belong only to
males. Why the self-loathing?
On Saturday, April 5, 2003, at 07:33 AM, Dominic Fox wrote:
> Incidentally, I think I was looking for self-sodomy as voyeuristic
> spectacle,
> a mixture of sadism and self-love, wounded narcissism attempting to
> repair
> itself through ersatz violence. But who knows? I wrote the whole thing
> in
> about five minutes anyway.
>
> "Testosterone", pfui. There's a whole cocktail of evil chemicals I
> metabolize
> for myself constantly; you have no idea.
>
> Dominic
>
>
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