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I heard a sobbing deathwail burble and burst. Sun bathed the bedroom as monstrous convulsions shook her. It looked like her ass was laughing, and I told her so:
“You’re crying,” I said, “but your ass is laughing.”
And with a gesture of rediscovered cheerfulness, I slapped that ass. And in that instant, I stiffened with maliciousness and threw myself upon her.
— Georges Bataille, Divinity - From Divine Filth: Lost Writings by Georges Bataille, trans. Mark Spitzer
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