“Yolande worked over every inch of his body except his private parts. It was as if she were sculpting his body in the darkness, making him aware of its contours and limits for the first time. For so long he had treated it like a suit of shabby but serviceable clothes, which he put on in the morning and took off at night, living entirely in his mind. Now he realized that he also lived in this strange forked flawed amalgam of flesh and bone, blood and sinew, liver and lungs. For the first time since childhood, he felt alive from his fingertips to his toes.”
—David Lodge, Paradise News (1991)
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