Tuesday, February 21, 2012

D.H. Lawrence curses eloquently

Excerpt from a letter written by D.H. while in a foul mood:
Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable sodding rotters, the flaming sods, the snivelling, dribbling, dithering palsied pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed. They can but frog-spawn — the gibberers! God, how I hate them! God curse them, funkers. God blast them, wish-wash. Exterminate them, slime.

I could curse for hours and hours — God help me.
It's such a pleasure to read well-written insults. You can see the rest of the letter at Letters of Note

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