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“Nearly all of the stories [in The Heptameron] are about the sexual relations between men and women, with a large percentage dealing with the unromanic side: with rape, infidelity, the seduction of nuns and wives by monks (everyone in the Renaissance seems to have despised monks), loveless marriages, incest, and borderline necrophilia.”

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The Novel: An Alternative History: Beginnings to 1600

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