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“[...] 'You, sir,' the man said, addressing Essex. 'Do you atone?' 'Daily,' said Essex. 'Sin?' 'When I can,' said Essex manfully. 'Metal?' 'I beg your pardon?' 'How do you stand on metal? Allow yourselves metal fastenings? Meat? Ills of the flesh?' 'I am heir to all of them,' said Essex, inspired. [...]”

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The Sundial

The Sundial is a work of historical fiction that delves into the lives of individuals during a pivotal period, using the sundial as a central metaphor for the passage of time and the complexities of human existence. more

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Shirley Jackson
Shirley Jackson

Shirley Jackson (December 14, 1916 – August 8, 1965) was an American author whose dark and unsettling stories have left a lasting impact on the horror genre. Known for her psychological insights and the way she intertwines the supernatural with everyday life, Jackson's work has been widely celebrated for its originality and depth. more

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“more sensual we get, the less appetite for sinning we have. Most of us have been told the opposite. I mean, you cannot get me to like or watch porn even if you promised to pay me a million dollars. I have no appetite whatsoever for it. In fact, I’m completely repulsed by it. It is so not aligned with my sensuality that the sight of it nauseates me. I literally get an urge to vomit, and I’m not exaggerating. Something weird just happens in my body, and it’s got nothing to do with shame but sensuality.”

“more sensual we get, the less appetite for sinning we have. Most of us have been told the opposite. I mean, you cannot get me to like or watch porn even if you promised to pay me a million dollars. I have no appetite whatsoever for it. In fact, I’m completely repulsed by it. It is so not aligned with my sensuality that the sight of it nauseates me. I literally get an urge to vomit, and I’m not exaggerating. Something weird just happens in my body, and it’s got nothing to do with shame but sensuality. You see, sensuality is pure and holy, something many of us are yet to realize.”