For the dome of the belly turned arse about has its parallel in the eye that falls out like the contents of a broken egg and that in its evocation of and preempting of regeneration becomes, in Bataille's novel, unremittingly erotic and polymorphously perverse.

All we have to do is kill the mad-dog Nicaraguan who oppresses our people, calling himself a soldier.

The scribal culture of the technical wisdom movement, the mnemotechnical oral scribality of the pre-mishnaic rabbis and the scribality of monks produced noticeably different texts.

a bashful look