Excerpt from the novel Kurt Vonnegut called "Very funny":
Real life and true sex, which I define as debauchery with a female who has played no role whatsoever in your coming into this world or in changing your nappies shortly thereafter--began for me in the convent. For there is little doubt in my mind that a black habit which hides twenty times as much as it reveals must provoke dark thoughts in the darkest recesses of the human mind, which, like a cat, is always provoked into curiosity by the hidden dimension.
From "Beauty Queens, Children. etc"
I confronted her with a survey in a recent Debonair: 10.7 percent of her readers (or at least of the 1,500 sampled) have had group sex! Holy Peter Scot, I thought. This isn't the horribly oppressive India of my adolescent days. Why, I'd have been impressed if ten percent of her readers had had orgasms!
From "The Killing of an Author"
But it is cultural blindness to ordain that all sex should be scornful or kinky for Indians too, that R.K. Narayan’s characters should never leave home without their whips, ticklers, chocolate penises, and leather underwear.
