Status Updates From Jours tranquilles à Clichy

I found this book on the side of the street…and let’s just say I can see why it was thrown away :)

-Henry Miller
New York City,
May, 1940.
Rewritten in Big Sur, May, 1956.

"They're all like that," said Corinne. "La pudeur."

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"By the way, Eliane seems quite stuck on you. Why don't you look her up? She's not a bad lay, I can vouch for that. You don't have to waste time on preliminaries; just whisper a few kind words and push her over. She's got a cunt that works like a suction pump..."

I placed my hand squarely over her cunt, which was steaming like manure under her dress, and said: "Christine, what a wonderful name! Only a woman like you could own such a romantic name. It makes me think of icy fjords, of fir trees dripping with wet snow. If you were a tree I would pull you up by the roots. I'd carve my initials in your trunk ..."

...matter what happens."

The fat, rosy-cheeked girl who usually greeted me was not there. It was she who had told me one day, when Christine and I were together, that we should get married quickly or we would regret it.
"She's married already," I had said laughingly.
"But not to you!"
"Do you think we would be happy together?"
"You will never be happy unless together. You are meant for one another; you must never leave each other, no...

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