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Et puis, il y a le bonheur du hasard qui parfois fait bien les choses, l'humour et la fantaisie romanesque de Maupin qui sauve ses personnages d'un vaudeville qui aurait pu être dramatique. C'est toute la force de ses chroniques de raconter une époque en l'imaginant souvent plus belle que la réalité mais en misant sans compter sur l'amour et la solidarité. --Stellio Paris
379 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 1, 1984

A poor Irish Widow, her husband having died in one of the Lanes of Edinburgh, went forth with her three children, bare of all resource, to solicit help from the Charitable Establishments of that City.
At this Charitable Establishment and then at that she was refused; referred from one to the other, helped by none; till she had exhausted them all; till her strength and heart failed her: she sank down in typhus-fever; died, and infected her Lane with fever, so that seventeen other persons died of fever there in consequence.
The humane Physician asks thereupon, as with a heart too full for speaking, “Would it not have been economy to help this poor Widow? She took typhus-fever and killed seventeen of you! The forlorn Irish Widow applies to her fellow-creatures, as if saying, ‘Behold I am sinking, bare of help: ye must help me! I am your sister, bone of your bone; one God made us: ye must help me!’
They answer, 'No; impossible: thou art no sister of ours.'
But she proves her sisterhood; her typhus-fever kills them. They actually were her brothers, though denying it!
Had man ever to go lower for a proof?
--Thomas Carlyle, 1795-1881
“Uh…are you OK, hon?”
Michael mopped up quickly with his napkin and received his dinner. “Sure, I’m fine…”
The waiter wouldn’t buy it…If your’re fine, I’m Joan Collins.”
Michael smiled at him. He couldn’t help thinking of a waitress he had known years ago in Orlando. She, too, had called him “hon” without ever knowing his name. This man had a black leather vest and keys clipped to his Levi’s, but he reached out to strangers in exactly the same way.
“Everyone detected with AIDS should be tattooed in the upper forearm, to protect common-needle users, and on the buttocks, to prevent the victimization of other homosexuals…
The Scarlet Letter was designed to stimulate public obloquy. The AIDS tattoo is designed for private protection. And the whole point of this is that we are not talking about a kidding matter. Our society is generally threatened, and in order to fight AIDS, we need the civil equivalent of universal military training.”
--William F. Buckley, Jr in his 1986 op-ed piece, “Crucial Steps in Combating the Aids Epidemic; Identify All the Carriers.”