Jõuluöösel läks – nagu viimasel ajal ikka, kui paar klaasi veini hinge all, uni kell 2 ära – ja tuli vanainimese kombel pöörduda ainsa allesjäänud sõbra – raamatu – poole. Seekord Iris Murdochi A Fairly Honourable Defeat. Ja milline ilus elujaatav etüüdike vanamehenäss Leonardi monoloogi näol seal ees ootas:
WHAT A RUBBISHY arrangement sex is. And I don’t just mean the machinery of it, though that’s stupid enough in all conscience. A projection upon one body is laboriously inserted into a hole in another. It’s the invention of a mere mechanic, and a very fumbling and unimaginative one at that. I remember when someone told me about it at school I simply didn’t believe him, I thought it couldn’t turn out to be something so totally grotesque. Later on when I had more at stake in it I persuaded myself otherwise. But now that it’s all past and done with I can see it again for what it is, a pitiful awkward ugly inefficient piece of fleshy mechanism. And consider flesh too, if it comes to that. Who could have dreamed up such stuff? It’s flabby and it stinks as often as not or it bulges and develops knobs and is covered with horrible hair and blotches. ….And take eating, if you’re lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there’s anybody watching they must be dying of laughter...
Nii et twinkle-twinkle and munch-munch, ristirahvas.
Aga vähemalt omaette söömise esteetikasse puutuvalt on meil ka kodukirjandustanumal oma Leonard. Jäägu see vana aasta viimaseks nuputamisküsimuseks, kes.
Ja tundlatega seksist jämemehhaanika asemel on selle blogi autorgi unistanud.