Terence Trader’s Reviews > The Girl in a Swing > Status Update

“this lady's niece, a rather hefty girl of about twenty, was living with them for a year to improve--or rather, to perfect, for she was already fluent and idiomatic
-her English. She became known as 'the Danish pastry," for she was not particularly good-looking-a rare thing for a Dane,”

I’d say something like this

She was being unthinkingly selfish from habit, like a spoilt child, or an Oriental princess urging a young courtier to attempt some dangerous feat purely for her titillation and amusement.

This is hilarious

The soft firmness of one of her breasts-she was wearing a thin, pale-blue twin-set, I remember-just touched the side of my face and I could smell her light, warm femininity: scented soap and the faintest trace of fresh sweat. I felt myself erect-instantly and fully, as a boy does-and became horribly embarrassed. I could not tell whether or not anyone else had noticed.

Everyone noticed dude.

This second time I felt completely bored and switched-off, and simply sat enjoying the sight of Mrs. Cook as she bent forward to pick up the various beakers. In fact I had, in an odd way, forgotten what we were all supposed to be doing,