An example
So I am reading "Vineland" by Thomas Pynchon (B&N didn't have "The Crying of Lot 49") And I think I like it. But I wish the sentences weren't so long. And the plot is kinda getting strange. But I will give it a chance.
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One of my classmates had made a comment. About my … promiscuity. I suppose it was none of his business, and I could have told him so, but was instead curious as to how many lovers he thought I’d had. Although the term “lover” is debatable, but I once had a relationship with a guy who never had girlfriends, only lovers. According to him, also, I didn’t wear underwear, but instead panties. It rubbed off and I still use the word “panties” and the last guy I dated hated it. Thought it was ridiculous. He cringed at the word “panties.”
So I asked him, before I asked him how many lovers he thought I’d had, how many partners makes one a slut? Let me rephrase: how many lovers make a girl a slut?
He, although bold enough to have made the joke to start the conversation-I think he was bitter that I had never slept with him. There was one night when everyone was leaving my apartment and he lingered. And I kissed him on my tiptoes. The first time I realized he was taller than me even though almost every man is taller than me. But then we broke and we lingered. And I encouraged that he leave. And we lingered still until I gently pushed him out my door.
I’m sure he thought I had had sex with Tom, although really we just fooled around a bit before we went to sleep and then he woke up early the next morning and climbed over me and off the bed and I woke and warned him to be careful because my bed was small and unusually high and he replied, “Yeah, I’d noticed.” And I inadvertently admitted to Tom that I was, in fact, a slut when I said, turning back to sleep, “Yeah it confuses a lot of people.”
But Brian hadn’t made it to my bed and I hadn’t admitted yet that I was a slut. Instead I asked him how many guys make a girl a slut. But as bold as he had been to bring it up, he backed down with the safe answer. “Well, I couldn’t determine that. There’s no set answer.” So then I asked the real question. And he shrugged and said, “I don’t know.” But in his head he could have been counting up Tom and Doug, and the ex-boyfriends I’d mentioned…but not him.
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One of my classmates had made a comment. About my … promiscuity. I suppose it was none of his business, and I could have told him so, but was instead curious as to how many lovers he thought I’d had. Although the term “lover” is debatable, but I once had a relationship with a guy who never had girlfriends, only lovers. According to him, also, I didn’t wear underwear, but instead panties. It rubbed off and I still use the word “panties” and the last guy I dated hated it. Thought it was ridiculous. He cringed at the word “panties.”
So I asked him, before I asked him how many lovers he thought I’d had, how many partners makes one a slut? Let me rephrase: how many lovers make a girl a slut?
He, although bold enough to have made the joke to start the conversation-I think he was bitter that I had never slept with him. There was one night when everyone was leaving my apartment and he lingered. And I kissed him on my tiptoes. The first time I realized he was taller than me even though almost every man is taller than me. But then we broke and we lingered. And I encouraged that he leave. And we lingered still until I gently pushed him out my door.
I’m sure he thought I had had sex with Tom, although really we just fooled around a bit before we went to sleep and then he woke up early the next morning and climbed over me and off the bed and I woke and warned him to be careful because my bed was small and unusually high and he replied, “Yeah, I’d noticed.” And I inadvertently admitted to Tom that I was, in fact, a slut when I said, turning back to sleep, “Yeah it confuses a lot of people.”
But Brian hadn’t made it to my bed and I hadn’t admitted yet that I was a slut. Instead I asked him how many guys make a girl a slut. But as bold as he had been to bring it up, he backed down with the safe answer. “Well, I couldn’t determine that. There’s no set answer.” So then I asked the real question. And he shrugged and said, “I don’t know.” But in his head he could have been counting up Tom and Doug, and the ex-boyfriends I’d mentioned…but not him.