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    Sentimental Education Back then, she unnerved men, But couldn't understand why, and sought answers from unreliable sources. Women’s ‘magazines — women themselves. Lat she came to other conclusions. Lay on the grassy pavilion above the Ser- ng a toddler, her own son, as he waded in Like you want to paine him.’ This daughter had just emerged from the lido, she was covered in duckweed. The a huge soggy nappy hanging behind him, hardening like clay. It was something to consider. In the river Christo had placed a flat-topped mastaba, eighty feet tall, formed from many red and purple oil barrel, set atop each other. Pedalos shunted rout Bold women in wetsuits swam by. Seagulls perched on top o tng, This was also meant to be something to consid is parted and the late summer sun embraced Christo’ster- nal house and everything else, even her daughter's furious green face. Both the women's magazines and the women had placed their emphasis on lack and error. The problem was you ‘were ‘missing’ something. Now, a quarter of a century later, she saw that what had looked like a case of lack was in fact a idler wore Grand Union matter of inconvenient surplus. A surplus of wha hhave a surplus of self? she'd always thought of men ‘Always treated them that way. " rd 0 know everything. As of them or how liberal the college was ‘They both vaulted over this low bar, social experiments they were unimpeachable. ‘They became aware that to the college, and on paf looked much the same. But they knew bette: school names, the existence versus the ab pread in two soft plains pains cing through the Met chest, Hisnipples wer a chest Hines wee ave toch wor eran about hey a chip shop around the same ard toherhead. Between Datryl’s “Have you met Darryl yer?" ‘But you should meet Dareyll Oh made over time present themselves as branches runri ‘solid oaks that line the overground route to Kensal Rise. You grow grey, and thick in the hips. Yet, on happier days, she the same igh breasts, the same powerful long legs, my God you" 6 Grand Union ‘un-sprouted. But no metaphor will cover it really. It ‘Six months prior to meeting Darryl, when she was don, she spent an interesting summer with a six photographer's assistant, a white boy from Brixton, skateboarder, who had once been a big name in tagging. ‘was Bakerloo train that had one of his purple dragons spraye y ld a lot of jok ‘made him la road oe = is ugh, but like a comedian kept pursuing further erate increasingly heavy hand, and receiving les = forts: laughter, sighs. She changed tack. Bie presets on his ice-blue eyes, and Li aireut, and nine-inch, uncut beset oe |, uneut penis. In thes ae ee towards him with her mouth =n. He got out ofthe bath an teal a few days and then wrote a a a being compared toa Naz. Alter this cautionary exam! i Semimental Education [All these rules had to be adapted for Darryl. He loved to laugh ‘and delighted in physical worship. ‘There was no aggression in, him, He lay back and waited to be adored. The easy way she took. body, for example, painlessly, subsuming him, pro- hh temporary shelter, un him, But it was the nineties: the language was not on her side, “You didn''release’ men, they ‘pulled out. They were the subject. It had become normal to hear them mouthing off in the pubs, illed with the new licence to speak sex aloud: ‘T rammed it ight up her’ or I fucked her in the arse’ But with Darryl, Mon- jca discovered that this was just talk, masculine bravado, and in fact the largesse was all the other way around. One afternoon, afier they had fucked all the way through the time allotted for morning lectures, she tried out the idea o “In amatriarchy, you'd hear women boasting to their mates: “1 subsumed him in my anus. I really made his penis disappe 1 just stole it away and hid it deep inside myself until he didn’t even exis Darryl was cleaning himself wi ing a the brown stains. He stopped and laughed, but then lay pack on her sperm-stained blue futon and frowned agait ing the notion seriously (he was studying Social P sue a che time, frown- Science) “| really swallowed him up,"” Monica continued, louder, without meaning to, “T took his flesh and fied it with my own flesh.” “Yeah . . . I'm not sure

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