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March 12, 2008
in the muck
"they fought on. 'you done hurt mah heart, now you come wid uh lie tuh bruise mah ears! Turn go mah hands!'
"janie seethed. but tea cake never let go. they wrestled on until they were doped with their own fumes and emanations; till their clothes had been torn away; till he hurled her to the floor and held her there melting her resistance with the heat of his body, doing things with their bodies to express the inexpressible; kissed her until she arched her body to meet him and they fell asleep in sweet exhaustion.
"...you'se something tuh make uh man forgit tuh git old and forgit tuh die."
Hurston, Zora Neale. Their Eyes Were Watching God
Posted by emnorris at March 12, 2008 09:22 PM