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a dog makes love to a girl

The Playboy king is wearing terry-cloth pajamas. Some girls walk about with long furry rabbits’ ears fastened to their heads and little round tails on their bottoms.

We look at films: A dog makes love to a girl. I think of Pet and hope she will not discover what I am doing.

—p.163 Changing by Liv Ullmann
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seeing each other was a terrible idea inspo/imagined-desire

Seeing each other was a terrible idea. We discovered that, instead of waning, desire had flared up and made a thousand demands with brazen urgency. If at a distance, on the telephone, words allowed us to fantasize, constructing glorious prospects but also imposing on us an order, containing us, fri…

—p.392 Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (The Neapolitan Novels, #3) by Elena Ferrante
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the waste of intelligence topic/female-subjugation

“You should leave your wife more time.”

“She has all day available.”

“I’m not kidding. If you don’t, you’re guilty not only on a human level but also on a political one.”

“What’s the crime?”

“The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home…

—p.361 by Elena Ferrante
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this beautiful house is wasted topic/female-subjugation

[...] And she went on, but taking a self-mocking turn. She wove the praises of her own cleverness, slipping slowly from the luxuries that she had acquired by winning Solara to the solitude of her duties as a bride. Michele, she said, is never here, it’s as if I were getting married by myself. And s…

—p.205 by Elena Ferrante
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he wanted the subtlety of her mind topic/female-subjugation

And she told me things that disturbed me profoundly. She told me that not long before, in that very house, Michele had gotten drunk one night and told her how many women he had been with, the precise number: a hundred and twenty-two, paying and free. You’re on that list, he said emphatically, but y…

—p.297 by Elena Ferrante