Yeah, but not everybody's mother is a prostitute. […] For as long as I can remember she'd bring blokes home and make me stay in the bed and watch while she boofed 'em. […] One time she even made me do it to her. […] Jesus, man! You boofed your own mother?

For goodness' sake, I spelled that word correctly. I never knew I could do that.

God did strike them with Egyptian and Babylonish rods, but there were no tears, no relentings, no returnings, but grew harder and harder, even to a rockish hardiness.

Shakya […] reached puberty and 'retired' as a royal kumari, as the young Nepalese goddesses are known.