Philip Roth Quote
In a burst of calculated sincerity—miscalculated sincerity, it turns out—I tell one of the girls how the sight of her breasts pressing against her arms had led me to wish I were those arms. And is this so different, I ask, pushing on with the charm, from Romeo, beneath Juliet’s balcony, whispering, See! How she leans her cheek upon her hand:/ O! That I were a glove upon that hand,/ That I might touch that cheek. Apparently it is quite different.
Philip Roth
In a burst of calculated sincerity—miscalculated sincerity, it turns out—I tell one of the girls how the sight of her breasts pressing against her arms had led me to wish I were those arms. And is this so different, I ask, pushing on with the charm, from Romeo, beneath Juliet’s balcony, whispering, See! How she leans her cheek upon her hand:/ O! That I were a glove upon that hand,/ That I might touch that cheek. Apparently it is quite different.