\nI had gone out to California to profileBob Conquest <\/a> for the Guardian<\/em>. He should be famous for a lot of things, but one of his talents is an astonishing skill at filthy versification. I could not, when talking to Susan, remember the one about Brigid Brophy, but I have found it in Kingsley Amis’s memoirs on my return: ","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This one’s for sumac: I had gone out to California to profileBob Conquest for the Guardian. He should be famous for a lot of things, but one of his talents is an astonishing skill at filthy versification. I could not, … Continue reading
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\n\nThe first man to fuck Brigid Brophy
\nWas awarded the Kraft-Ebing Trophy
\nPlus ten thousand quid,
\nWhich, for what the chap did,
\nWill be widely accounted a low fee.
\n<\/blockquote>\nThe same source yields two fragments from Mexican Pete<\/em>, the sequel to Eskimo Nell<\/em> which he had composed with his Oxford chum John Blakeway (who ended his days as Her Majesty’s Consul General in Palermo). I’m afraid that these reduce me to weepy whoops of laughter every time.
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\nIt won't be a neuter you'll get as a tutor, but our oldest, randiest priest,\nWho knows every appliance of sexual science and the mystic smut of the East,\nFor this old fogey is a Yogi, and often he will pass whole\nYears in pursuit of the Absolute just gazing up his asshole.\n...<br \/>\nIf you wish to read of each foul misdeed Pete performed on the way to college,\nJust look up 'Mexican? in the Oxford Lexicon of Criminal Sexual Knowledge.\nIt will also mention his long detention in a sexual maniacs? home,\nWhere he did time for the nauseous crime of fucking the Pope of Rome.\n<\/pre>\n\n\n<\/blockquote>\nNo wonder that the author’s<\/a> awards and honors include
“the Jefferson Lectureship in the Humanities<\/a>, the federal government’s highest distinction in the field, in 1993; the Richard Weaver Award for Scholarly Letters in 1999; and the Alexis de Tocqueville Award, 1992.”<\/blockquote>