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“His body was urgent against her, and she didn't have the heart anymore to fight...She saw his eyes, tense and brilliant, fierce, not loving. But her will had left her. A strange weight was on her limbs. She was giving way. She was giving up...she had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes...He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own activity. This was different, different. She could do nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone. Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for her. She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling til it filled all her cleaving consciousness, and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness, til she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cries.” His wood got heavy In a 60s Chevy......

“They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.” Personally, I LOVE women, and hate men, due to Men's boorishness, and their only thoughts about stickling it in, without aplomb and caring.

“So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So if civilization is any good, it has to help us forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it. Help us get rid of our bodies altogether.” Oh, Pattaya!

“In the short summer night she learned so much. She would have thought a woman would have died of shame... She felt, now, she had come to the real bedrock of her nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked an unashamed. She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how it was! That was life! That was how onself really was! There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being.”

“How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.”

“Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to the same thing.”

Also, would you consider yourself an animalistic woodsman?

Books like this, never fail one. Purchase a book for a paltry sum, and you can read it over, and over, and over. Love is NOT pain, when one just sticks to reading, instead of doing.

It is OK to take a bullet for a friend, the first time. However, can you do the same, the second time?

LI Rail Road, in 1963, was not so much a railroad as it was an amusement ride. Getting stuck on the LIRR was one of our greatest amusements, particularly at night. Being a boarding school student at the time, being stuck late at night seemed the ultimate in high jinks. Unfortunately, these days, the LIRR is just Blah, by comparison. ==== By the way: Where were you when the lights went out, November 9, 1965? Besides this, did I ever tell you the time I rode on Ken Kesey's bus, Furthur? We were such a Merry Band.

James Hansen might agree that your approach is a good one. Hansen would be the first to admit that he is not a particularly gifted speaker or writer of Pop books, like this. Still, he is a scientist worth his salt. Anyway, see you in the future, on the Planet of the Apes. Looking forward to this, in fact.

According to "The Planet of the Apes" writers, Man is a weak fragile animal, etc, etc, etc. However, according to Duckworth at U of P, Man is a strong and resilient animal, if taught early to be so. Are both views simultaneously valid? Therefore, does education always trump instinct?

My Dear Friends, There is so much news of Nukes and Nuking flying around, these days, that I have begun to watch old movies, including The Planet of the Apes. Here is the scene in this film in which Charlatan Huston begins to get a glimmer of what might have gone wrong, including a heart valve artifact found in a cave: So, do you think that this film is a particularly prescient film? How much longer do we have to enjoy ourselves in Pattaya? And, in the event of a "catastrophic event", such as a Nuclear Magnetic Pulse weapon being released high up in the atmosphere, then..... How would you try to survive in Thailand with no access to electricity or electronic devices? Would you relearn old ways in order to survive? Would you find a better existence singing around the campfire instead of using Facebook, during evenings of the future? Could you depend on your friends for support? Or, would you just give up without a struggle for continued days of your life? And, without the Internet, then how would be keep in touch with our friends on TV? We know that Man will survive, unless we are outcompeted by the apes, which is unlikely. There will always be Man, until the end of recorded history, and this is for sure. Best regards, Globule

Very interesting and, especially, thoughtful post, in fact.

You intentionally searched the wrong one. Here she is...and....she is a real cutie, and smart as a whip, too. Very hard worker, is she, as well. Her name is Angela.

"Pick up a mid 20s bird who had a good education and she'll be maturer than you are at 40." What? This is the strangest utterance I have encountered on the Farang Pub, in almost a decade. Still... Thank you for it!

Angela Duckworth, my friend. Great gal. https://angeladuckworth.com/ Thank you for asking.

Maybe they want to be a part of New York, New York. And, who can blame them? Maybe they want to wake up in a city that does not sleep, top of the heap? Maybe, they will slay it there. So many try, and so many fail. Still, there is always hope.

Interesting. Then, your building was fairly close to the quadrangle. And so, then, you will appreciate the work of Duckworth, that much more. Duckworth is a star, these days. What is your name to fame? Are you just another quant?

Precisely so, and for good reason.

Good mentors are difficult to find....for anyone. Good teachers are also difficult to find, simply because there are not enough of them. If you wish to know more about mentoring, resilience, and ways to help students, then please contact this teacher from Harvard College, University of Oxford, University of Pennsylvania... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angela_Duckworth U of P? Yeah, great.

Actually, I think we need to ask ourselves concerning how effectively our schools teach the STEM subjects. What once, in the past, seemed to be an adequate education, up to age 18, is no longer adequate. These days, without a very rigorous science curriculum, then the student will not be adequately prepared for his or her future. Just as an example: Cas9 protein What is Cas9? Why is it important? And, is there a better substitute for Cas9, which is already in use, today? Of course, I know you know what Cas9 might be. However, some of our young students do not. And they need to know things like this, in order for them to prepare themselves for their future careers in Law, Science, Government, and much more. You know that I am right about this. Right?

OK. Just please keep in mind that mentors and teachers are more important, for the future success of a student, than parents, by a long shot.

Dementia is bliss, these days.

Just be sure that you get what you pay for when you pay, and pay, for a school. Check the credentials of every teacher. These days are not the good old days of Mr. Chips. For sure.