Apparently that's all it takes for love making.
Was a productive
day by any standards as I managed to finish the book in one sitting
while waiting fulfilling national service obligations. All the while
nursing an erection, in quiet anticipation of the moment when Maria
would finally make love to her lost half. (According to Plato, the male
and female body was previously joined together, whereupon the jealousy
Olympus God Zeus split it with lightning. So love was a magic key to
joining the lost halves together again).
Never set a goal to
finish the book within a day but the book like its predecessor, The
Alchemist, was a very easy read. Basically, the book is about a
sexually frustrated young girl who dreams of fame and fortune and the
accompanying rich husband who loves her undyingly. A chanced encounter
brings the village girl to Switzerland where she decides to whore
herself. Our intellectual prostitute then embarks on a journey of self
discovery as it dawns on her that she and her colleagues were in
Copacabana not because life was harsher on them but by choice. She was
fortunate to find and be mentored by two "special clients" Terence and
Ralf Hart.
Terence taught her the pleasure of pain whilst her
lover Ralf taught her unconditional love. In fact, their love was so
pure that the prostitute recovers her spiritual virginity (as opposed to
sexual virginity).
I swore I experienced an orgasm myself
walking back home just thinking about their passionate love making and
the ever so romantic ending where Ralf flies to Paris to intercept his
lost half on a transit flight. How could anyone not love the ending?
Especially a sucker like me.
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