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“God, he irritated himself. There was nothing revolutionary about a voluptuous woman reaching for an orange. Most of Western art was voluptuous bloody women reaching for fruit. He was a very ordinary, boring man for responding to such a reliably sensual image.”

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Book:Ash and the Butterfly
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