Mark Weiss wrote:
> The mother of a high school friend was an interior decorator
> specializing in bathrooms. At my friend's house the loo was a gilded
> throne. One lifted the seat. I was afraid to use the damned
> thing--what if I dribbled?
>
> This could easily become a general discussion of "toilets I have
> known" if we weren't such a fastidious bunch on poetryetc.
Fastidious? God bless the loo, the jakes. Recall Bertold Brecht's
paean to the toilet in *Baal*. Or John Osborn making Martin Luther
utterly obsessed with his usually unsuccessful trips to the
outhouse--constipation and its discontents as the motivators behind the
upheaval of Western Christianity. Well, no one AFAIK accused Osborn of
being a scholar of church history.
In August 1990 I spent a week at Matunuck Beach, RI, and one day of this
alleged vacation was spent touring the Newport mansions. The Breakers,
I believe a Vanderbilt ideation, had a bathroom the size of a bowling
lane. I could only think of what might have happened if the toilet
paper roll had been placed across the room from the throne. That's the
kind of detail that could escape anyone until it come time to inaugurate
the room.
Ken
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Kenneth Wolman
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