A literary curiosity that I didn't know and I'm sharing with you
James Joyce (Dublin, February 2, 1882 – Zurich, January 13, 1941) was an Irish writer, recognized worldwide as one of the most important and influential of the 20th century. Joyce is acclaimed for his masterpiece, Ulysses (1922), and for his controversial novel Finnegans Wake (1939). Equally valued has been the series of short stories titled Dubliners (1914), as well as his semi-autobiographical novel Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916). Joyce is a prominent representative of the literary avant-garde movement known as Anglo-Saxon modernism.
But see some fragments of the letters he was writing to his wife!
December 2, 1909
44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin
Dear mine, perhaps I should start by asking your forgiveness for the incredible letter I wrote to you last night. While I was writing it, your letter lay beside me, and my eyes were fixed, as they still are now, on a certain word written in it. There is something obscene and lascivious about the very aspect of letters. Their sound is also like the act itself, brief, brutal, irresistible...
...This allows me to burst into tears of pity and love for you because of the sound of some chord or musical cadence, or to lie down with my head on my feet, tail on tail, feeling your fingers caressing and tickling my testicles, or feeling you rub your ass against me and your hot lips sucking my cock while my head makes its way between your plump thighs and my hands attract the rounded curve of your buttocks and my tongue licks voraciously your red and thick sex. I've thought about you almost to exhaustion when hearing my voice singing or murmuring for your soul the sadness, passion, and mystery of life, and at the same time I've thought about you making dirty gestures with my lips and tongue, provoking me with obscene noises and caresses, and performing in front of me the most filthy and shameful act of the body. Do you remember the day when you lifted your clothes and let me lie underneath you to see how you did it? After that, you remained ashamed even to look at me in the eyes...
December 8th, 1909
44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin
My sweet slut Nora, I've done as you asked me to, dirty girl and I got two erections while reading your letter. It delights me to see that you're doing it like I'm fucking you from behind. Yes, now I can remember that night when we fucked from behind for a long time. That was the dirtiest fuck I've ever given you, dear. Hours and hours my sex was hard inside of you, entering and leaving your ass turned upwards. I felt your sweaty round buttocks under my belly and saw your face and eyes gone wild. ...
... You say that when I get back you'll suck me and want me to lick your sex, little depraved slut. I hope that someday I surprise you sleeping, assault you with a flash of slut in your dreamy eyes, undress you gently, button by button on the fly of my trousers, and gently pull out the thick shaft of my lover, hide it in your wet mouth and suck until it ends in your mouth. Sometimes I'll also surprise you asleep, lift up your nightdress and open your hot pants slowly; I'll recline smoothly and start licking placidly around your sex. You'll get agitated then, and I'll lick the lips of my dear...
December 9th, 1909 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin My sweet dirty bird Nympho. Here's another note to buy nice panties or suspenders or garters. Buy slut love panties and try to perfume them with some soft scent and decorate them a little bit from behind. You seem anxious to know how I received your letter that you say is worse than mine. How can it be worse than mine, love? Yes, it's worse in one or two of its parts. I'm referring to the part where you say you'll do it with your tongue (not referring to you sucking me) and in that nice word you wrote so big and underlined, little minx. It's chilling to hear that word (and one or two others you didn't write) on a girl's lips. But I wish you'd talk about yourself and not me. Write me a long letter, full of those and other things about you, dear. Now you know how to make me hard. Tell me the smallest things about you as minutely as they are obscene, dirty, and secret. Don't write any more. Let each sentence fill up with dirty words and sounds without shame. They're the most lovely thing to hear and see on paper, because the dirtiest ones are the most beautiful....
Full cards can be seen in the source link of this post)
17 comentários - La otra cara de Joyce
gracias por todo!
gracias por pasar!
Cosa 1: había que tener paciencia para el sexting en esa época!! Si hoy tuviéramos que depender de Oca o el correo Argentino habría una hecatombe Láctea.
Cosa 2: Borges habrá escrito cartas de este estilo?? Me la imagino a la Kodama yyyyy.....
Uns sorpresa tu post Reina Querida!
A la cosa dos, lo dudo eh... pero investigaré
Besos Biggy!
Compra bragas de puta amor, y trata de perfumarlas con algún suave aroma y de decorarlas también un poquito por atrás
no hay nada nuevo bajo el sol y yo que pense que los japoneses eran los creadores de eso 😃
Sexo, erotismo, fantasías y ganas hubo siempre y para todos, el punto era el medio en que se canalizaban o expresaban en épocas carentes de tecnología y respuesta inmediata !!!
Punitnes y Reco !!!
Beso socia!