Was a glimpse of his cock worth a Mercedes?

He was like the cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow

Show me the legacy of a lesbian couple.

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn

Everyone seems agreed that writing about sex is perilous, partly because it threatens to swamp highly individualised characters in a generic, featureless activity (much like coffee-cup dialogue, during which everyone sounds the same), and partly because it feels... tacky.

In Paris, AIDS was dismissed as an American phobia until French people started dying; then everyone said, 'Well, you have to die some way or another.' If Americans were hysterical and pragmatic, the French were fatalistic: depressed but determined to keep the party going.