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Part B, 1 -
‘The disgusting is marvellously promiscuous and ubiquitous. It is what is strange and estranged but threatens to make contact; it is also the utterly familiar guest who threatens to remain or to return again soon.’ (Miller, The Anatomy of Disgust, p. 89)
Write a piece that you think will inspire the affect of disgust in your reader. Merely naming the disgusting object or event is not enough here. To disgust your reader you will need to pay attention to how you use descriptive detail and metaphor. (up to 500 words) 10%
This is probably the first time I've had to seriously hold myself back for an essay. You don't know what you're asking me. You don't know the things I've seen.
"A Miserable Pile of Secretions"
Rupert was a man of a certain eminence. So when his mistress brought him the wet, sticky mass that she had excreted, he immediately turned to matters of propriety
“Good god woman, cover that thing up. Whence came it?” he said, looking about for signs of scandal.
“I… passed it, my lord.” She replied, cautiously.
“Passed it?”
“It issued from one of my nether orifices.”
Rupert’s interest was piqued in a way he could not adequately explain. Mystery was afoot, and he sought details.
“Which one, exactly?” He asked, flipping open a notebook.
“The uh… one in the front, my lord. The furred one.” She said.
“Heavens, woman! Are you alright?” he said, alarmed.
The mistress, whose name Rupert was struggling to recall, waved his concern away.
“Nothing but a few hours spent straining in my own filth, my lord. The blood and fecal matter…”
And thus the mistress recounted a gruesome tale involving, it turned out, a torrent of moist bodily fluids mixing in manners unseemly, and no small amount of tearing. As the story drew to a close, there was a heavy pause as Rupert looked in blank disbelief. The substances this woman (Mary? Or was it Margaret?) had stirring underneath the thin veneer of her skin! Had she (it might have been Molly) not the poise to keep these things contained?
“It’s just a natural function of the body sir, much like defecation.” She said.
“I’ve never defecated in my life. I have servants to do that kind of thing. It’s just not something a gentleman should be doing.” He donned his reading glasses. “Right then, let’s have a look at this sodden thing. Might have to get it back into you later, tearing or no.”
The mistress shuddered at the thought.
Rupert poked the brown, turgid lump. He wiped his hand on his trousers immediately afterwards.
“What does it do, exactly?” he asked.
“Not rightly sure. It just seems to fling its fluids about the place and scream all the time. Doesn’t have a care in the world but to flop around in a miserable pile of its own secretions.”
“Well we can’t have that; I’ve just had the curtains broomed. You’re going to have to get this…thing back where it came from.” He crossed his arms firmly.
“That’s rather why I’m here, my lord. I’ve reason to believe it came from inside you.”
“What! Scurrilous!”
“You splattered your fluids inside me last harvest, sir. Since then I’ve had this lump pushing for space and moving around doing god knows what inside there. I’ve finally managed to rip the thing out of me, and I believe it’s time it went back where it issued.”
Rupert went pale. “And how do you propose that?”
“The same way it came out of you, sir. Tearing or no.”
Tame if you looked at the Adam Savage hoax over breakfast. As shocking as I'm willing to be in a university essay.
There's also a critical analysis I have to do to accompany it, I might post that once I'm done writing it.
‘The disgusting is marvellously promiscuous and ubiquitous. It is what is strange and estranged but threatens to make contact; it is also the utterly familiar guest who threatens to remain or to return again soon.’ (Miller, The Anatomy of Disgust, p. 89)
Write a piece that you think will inspire the affect of disgust in your reader. Merely naming the disgusting object or event is not enough here. To disgust your reader you will need to pay attention to how you use descriptive detail and metaphor. (up to 500 words) 10%
This is probably the first time I've had to seriously hold myself back for an essay. You don't know what you're asking me. You don't know the things I've seen.
"A Miserable Pile of Secretions"
Rupert was a man of a certain eminence. So when his mistress brought him the wet, sticky mass that she had excreted, he immediately turned to matters of propriety
“Good god woman, cover that thing up. Whence came it?” he said, looking about for signs of scandal.
“I… passed it, my lord.” She replied, cautiously.
“Passed it?”
“It issued from one of my nether orifices.”
Rupert’s interest was piqued in a way he could not adequately explain. Mystery was afoot, and he sought details.
“Which one, exactly?” He asked, flipping open a notebook.
“The uh… one in the front, my lord. The furred one.” She said.
“Heavens, woman! Are you alright?” he said, alarmed.
The mistress, whose name Rupert was struggling to recall, waved his concern away.
“Nothing but a few hours spent straining in my own filth, my lord. The blood and fecal matter…”
And thus the mistress recounted a gruesome tale involving, it turned out, a torrent of moist bodily fluids mixing in manners unseemly, and no small amount of tearing. As the story drew to a close, there was a heavy pause as Rupert looked in blank disbelief. The substances this woman (Mary? Or was it Margaret?) had stirring underneath the thin veneer of her skin! Had she (it might have been Molly) not the poise to keep these things contained?
“It’s just a natural function of the body sir, much like defecation.” She said.
“I’ve never defecated in my life. I have servants to do that kind of thing. It’s just not something a gentleman should be doing.” He donned his reading glasses. “Right then, let’s have a look at this sodden thing. Might have to get it back into you later, tearing or no.”
The mistress shuddered at the thought.
Rupert poked the brown, turgid lump. He wiped his hand on his trousers immediately afterwards.
“What does it do, exactly?” he asked.
“Not rightly sure. It just seems to fling its fluids about the place and scream all the time. Doesn’t have a care in the world but to flop around in a miserable pile of its own secretions.”
“Well we can’t have that; I’ve just had the curtains broomed. You’re going to have to get this…thing back where it came from.” He crossed his arms firmly.
“That’s rather why I’m here, my lord. I’ve reason to believe it came from inside you.”
“What! Scurrilous!”
“You splattered your fluids inside me last harvest, sir. Since then I’ve had this lump pushing for space and moving around doing god knows what inside there. I’ve finally managed to rip the thing out of me, and I believe it’s time it went back where it issued.”
Rupert went pale. “And how do you propose that?”
“The same way it came out of you, sir. Tearing or no.”
Tame if you looked at the Adam Savage hoax over breakfast. As shocking as I'm willing to be in a university essay.
There's also a critical analysis I have to do to accompany it, I might post that once I'm done writing it.