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As The Sun would put it, this is the breast review of the book so far.

I think Murray would make a great Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ reviewer.

Thanks, Mammary, I was hoping it would garner just one little titter and I'm glad it was you.

Your insight into chesticles is without peer.

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MyFleshSingsOut wrote: "I think Murray would make a great Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ reviewer."

When not watching TV or perusing "The Sun", Murray likes to write for "Modernism/Modernity", "American Transvestite" and "Ufology".

Amongst academic peers, he is known as the broom that sweeps the system.

DeLillo's handmaiden.

MyFleshSingsOut wrote: "DeLillo's handmaiden."

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That's only part of the story, of course. (I've added some clues to the review.)

Bird Brian wrote: "Ian wrote: "I admit that I've always been partial to women..."

I've always been completely to women."

If you could be cut into slices, you might be a better layer.

Does that make a serial slasher cumulo-stratispherical?

I thought this thread was heading in the direction of a Cloud Atlas, but you seem to have nudged it back in the direction of the pathology of procuring Heads and Tails from Topographic Motions.

((((Dagny Taggart))))

In other news, Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ members around the world die simultaneously due to overexposure to puns, leading to fatal pun clots.

The pun is mightier than the sordid.

you crack me up.

you're a good egg.

better stop cracking me up then. I'm like humpty dumpty over here

I'm like the humpty dumpty that had a great flaw.

Thanks, Shan. I think our main man might reappear from time to time.

Boobs are proof that God loves man.

David wrote: "Boobs are proof that God loves man."

What does it say about God's attitude to women? Did Eve have boobs before she and Adam were expelled from the Garden of Eden? I've been looking through Genesis 2-3 and find nothing that helps me answer this important question. But I've never been very good at theology.

God knows, it is far more important for every man to understand women than theology. I want to wish you all the luck in the world in both worthy endeavors.

That reminds me of ...

Yes, that Mrs. God certainly is an enigma.

Wow, while I've been sleeping, I wasn't able to keep abreast of developments on this thread: that there had been a meeting of David, the author of "Boobsday" and Manny Boober, the grand-son of the author of "Ich und Du2".

David, Manny recently put me up to writing an Ode to Norks called 34DD Haiku.

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...

(Someone to Watch Over) Kat's 34DD (Haiku)

That I may see thee
Slip Manny twixt lip and cup
34DD.

Strangely, it hasn't elicited any responses on the other thread.

I'm getting a writer's high from all this low humor. But I find it simply Pantagrueling. Methinks thou dost slow text too much. I'll also have you know that I and Thou, Manny, shall not be made a Boober of. Ah, I-It's too late.

An extract from Wikiboobia:

Ich-Du2 is the lesser known sequel to Ich-Du.

In it, Boober was forced to qualify many of the concepts he had explored in the abstract in Ich-Du.

Ich-Du2 ("I-Thou-Two" or "I-You-Two") is a relationship that stresses the mutual, holistic existence of one being and two sub-beings or aspects of one being.

It is a concrete encounter, because these beings and sub-beings meet one another in their authentic existence, without any qualification or objectification of one another. (Boober later realised there was more objectification occurring than he originally thought, though it occurred only in one direction.)

Imagination and ideas play a role in this relation. (Professor Murray Jay Siskind later explored the role of the male imagination with respect to the two sub-beings in his seminal work, "A Bra Full of Expectations".)

In an I-Thou-Two encounter, infinity and universality are made actual (rather than being merely concepts).

Infinity is the expectation of the male being, and universality describes the universal appeal (at least, to males) of the two sub-beings.

Boober stressed that an Ich-Du relationship lacks any composition (e.g. structure) and communicates no content (e.g. information).

In contrast, an Ich-Du-Two relationship is all composition (e.g. complementarity and structure, sometimes supported by an uplifting bra) and communicates content (e.g. information in the form of the implication of maternity, sustenance, reassurance and comfort).

Unlike an Ich-Du event, an Ich-Du-Two experience can be proven to happen as an event, e.g. it can be measured, in particular in bra size, scoping with hands or symbolically by emoticon, e.g.:

((((0))))((((0))))

Boober concluded that it is even more intrinsically real and perceivable than an Ich-Du event.

A variety of examples are used to illustrate Ich-Du-Two relationships in daily life � a man and the two breasts of a woman, a man and the two legs of a woman, a man and the two eyes of a woman, a man and the two buttocks of a woman, a man and his own two balls (Professor Siskind questions whether the latter example is actually an example of "Ich-mich").

Common English words used to describe the Ich-Du-Two relationship include fondle, grope and scratch.

I can't believe it, an extended smutty Martin Buber joke! Truly, everything exists on Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ if you only know where to look. I hope you have posted this as a review in the appropriate (or to be more exact, inappropriate) place? If so, I'll go there at once and vote for it.

By the way, I never put you up to writing that haiku, it was your idea.

Dear Ian,
I was hoping that I wouldn't have to travel down this smutty and even nutty road but I am afraid that intellectually you have just gone off the deep end on all this Boober stuff and thrown down the ever-loving gauntlet catch-as-catch-can. Anyone with even an ounce, nay a modicum, of common sense and even a Sunday School grammarian's weak handle on the German, not Mrs. Boober, knows that when the objectification of the subjective of the pluperfect (pluparfait as the French ice cream vendors refer to it in the vernacular) its subjunctive tense becomes ipso facto objectified, ob-jerk-tified, vivified and even villified in matters of the conjunctive and sometimes the conjugal analysis not be be confused, if you can see your way clear, with conjunctivitis, then the second half of Martin's algebra-ic equation, if you can get a rough handle on all this fungible matter, as it pertains to Boober's configuration, God's finest creation, and godless Nietzsche's "birth of tragedy" as surely this must be, then certainly you must -- I repeat -- MUSS, as Goethe so wisely advised, use the ICH-DICH personal pronoun objectification configuration in reference to Boobers. I sincerely hope that I have made myself perfectly clear and please don't let it happen, again.

David wrote: "I sincerely hope that I have made myself perfectly clear and please don't let it happen, again."

Als ob.

Manny, this time I have a witness that you put me up to it:

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...

David, you don't have to read the next bit...

This reminds me of the old joke about the koala that made love to an elephant. His friends put him up to it.

Dear Ian,
I would recommend the Proustian configuration: "Comme si, comme ca," which Mae West made famous in her taciturn but serendipidous translation: "Come up and see me sometime." Or, if you insist, the "als wenn" which in the sheer naked pulchritude of Bavarian Schwytzer-Deutsche means the outhouse is available. I simply want to add that many of the women in the streets of New York can't stop talking about your steamy new novel, "69 Shades of Ian Graye." I have no idea what all the fuss is about but assume it has something to do with sunglasses or maybe Hades in the works of Homer or Virgil. But well done, old man. Good show.

Please excuse my French, but my favourite Mae West quote goes something like this:

"Je n'oublie jamais un visage, surtout si je me suis assis sur elle"

Profanity will not be tolerated on this thread.

Manny wrote: "That reminds me of a certain well known joke..."

Manny, I almost busted a gut on this one.

David wrote: "Profanity will not be tolerated on this thread."

Winston Churchill, obviously inspired by Mae West, said, "Just because my initials are W.C., doesn't mean I can be sat upon."

David, please see here, if you haven't already:

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...

David wrote: "I'm getting a writer's high from all this low humor. But I find it simply Pantagrueling. "

I have to go for my morning walk. I'll leave you two to put down this gargantuan rabble of ideas.

Ian wrote: "David, please see here, if you haven't already:

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/..."

Ian, I hadn't read it. Good stuff. Really.

Thanks, David. I put it there this morning so I could scrounge a second vote from Manny.

Ian wrote: "Wow, while I've been sleeping, I wasn't able to keep abreast of developments on this thread: that there had been a meeting of David, the author of "Boobsday" and Manny Boober, the grand-son of the ..."

A booby haiku
at midnight on friday just
proves I need a life

then again it did
almost make me shoot my diet
sprite out of my nose

Nice work, L.H. I haven't explored the multiple stanza haiku yet.

I feel like a boob for not reading this sooner.


(And not the fun-bags kind.)

While you're feeling like a boob, I have put some more of my "reviews" of "erotica" in my "erotica" folder.

I thought "erotica" was supposed to get you "hot and bothered." GOJP just got me "bothered."

Haha, one man's beefcake is another man's cheesecake. Or not.

Or meatloaf, perhaps.

Haha, don't get me started on meatloaf.