What.
I ran across a very...interesting passage in one of my gagillion books for Women in Chinese Literature the other day. Taken completely out of context for your convenience (storyfan, I'm particularly interested in your reaction to this):
Someone pulled him out of the chair, then sat him down again...It was a reclining chair. He had napped in this chair before, had enjoyed the breezes in it. Who's taking off his clothes? No! No! What's this, dirty underwear? Okay, take it off...Master, are you taking off your apprentice's clothes? My body is ugly, but this feels so good...Master is sponging me with a hot towel, like polishing a piece of wood...Face, neck, shoulders, belly, legs, feet...So hot, so nice and warm. Okay, enough, Che Ganzi's no little baby, why are you turning him back and forth? Okay, put on Master's clothes, what do you say? They fit perfectly, and they're clean and fresh. The pants might be a little tight, but they will have to do. Better than wet underwear. Who knows, maybe someday I'll buy me a pair of denim jeans...
-From Virgin Widows
Still trying to figure out if this is just a delusion brought on by drunkenness, or if Che Ganzi is legitimately fantasizing about his dead boss.
Someone pulled him out of the chair, then sat him down again...It was a reclining chair. He had napped in this chair before, had enjoyed the breezes in it. Who's taking off his clothes? No! No! What's this, dirty underwear? Okay, take it off...Master, are you taking off your apprentice's clothes? My body is ugly, but this feels so good...Master is sponging me with a hot towel, like polishing a piece of wood...Face, neck, shoulders, belly, legs, feet...So hot, so nice and warm. Okay, enough, Che Ganzi's no little baby, why are you turning him back and forth? Okay, put on Master's clothes, what do you say? They fit perfectly, and they're clean and fresh. The pants might be a little tight, but they will have to do. Better than wet underwear. Who knows, maybe someday I'll buy me a pair of denim jeans...
-From Virgin Widows
Still trying to figure out if this is just a delusion brought on by drunkenness, or if Che Ganzi is legitimately fantasizing about his dead boss.