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“Take sex, for instance.' 'What do you want me to do with it?' 'Try to be serious for a moment. Take the sex life of our father.' [...] Even after a couple of brandies he felt extremely reluctant to discuss sex and his father. 'It's something I'd rather not think about,' he said. 'We all come into existence as a result of a momentary embrace by our parents which find impossible to imagine. [...] We all assume we're the result of our own particular immaculate conception.”

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Book:Paradise Postponed
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John Mortimer
John Mortimer

John Mortimer was a distinguished British barrister, writer, and screenwriter. Born on April 21, 1923, and passing away on January 16, 2009, he is celebrated for his legal thrillers and his role in the television series 'Rumpole of the Bailey'. more

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