Book: The Wanting Seed
Quotes of Book: The Wanting Seed
Was war, then, the big solution after all? Were those crude early theorists right? War the great aphrodisiac, the great source of world adrenaline, the solvent of ennui, Angst, melancholia, accidia, spleen? War itself a massive sexual act, culminating in a detumescence which was not mere metaphorical dying? War, finally, the controller, the trimmer and excisor, the justifier of fertility? book-quoteLate December, in Bridgwater, Somerset, Western Province, a middle-aged man named Thomas Wharnton, going home from work shortly after midnight, was set upon by youths. These knifed him, stripped him, spitted him, basted him, carved him, served him-all openly and without shame in one of the squares of the town. A hungry crowd clamoured for hunks and slices, kept back-that the King's Peace might not be broken-by munching and dripping greyboys. book-quotedistopia