Yet he was also a creature with hormones, just as boys are in the twenty-first century, who had found a girl, a somewhat confused young person, who was willing to offer her soul, body included, for the grunts and groans of a horny lad. Yet the events of those bygone days of misbegotten comradeship and temptation seem kind of funny. [...] judges: I'm still unredeemed. [...] he managed to argue conclusively that women commit serious errors through foolish valuation of hefty thugs over small-pawed, sensitive scholars - probably a genetic flaw in femalekind, transmitted by interbreeding with Neanderthal brutes in the Dordogne valley of France (a supporting detail).
CONFESSION IS (FILL IN THE BLANK) FOR THE SOUL Herbert Gold Michigan Quarterly Review; Summer 2010; 49, 3; Docs
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