"But the squalor of it sank into my soul, adding not a little to the septic murk within."
— Castle, Terry (b. 1953)
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Work Title
Place of Publication
New York
Publisher
Harper Collins
Date
2010
Metaphor
"But the squalor of it sank into my soul, adding not a little to the septic murk within."
Metaphor in Context
Yet if the Professor could contain it, I could not--especially when she invited me over to her house shortly after said hymen-busting had been accomplished. I arrived around 10:00 a.m. Molly had left just a little while before; the bed sheets were still rumpled and gritty. Clearly it was going to be my great and groovy honor to have Sick Morning Sex with the Professor--now pink-faced and smiling sheepishly--in the scurfy unmade bed. C'mon honey. That kid has no clue--it was all a big anticlimax. You're it. I confess I yielded. Afterwards the Professor said she felt reborn. Cleansed. She loved me and respected me so much. We would be together forever. But the squalor of it sank into my soul, adding not a little to the septic murk within.
(pp. 294-5)
(pp. 294-5)
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Citation
Terry Castle, The Professor and Other Writings (New York: Harper Collins, 2010).
Date of Entry
05/18/2011
