mind circulating// miller says:
when she lay there with her legs apart and moaning, even if she did moan that way for any and everybody, it was good, it was a proper show of feeling. she didn't stare up at the ceiling with a vacant look or count the bedbugs on the wallpaper; she kept her mind on her business, she talked about the things a man wants to hear when he's climbing over a woman. whereas claude-well, with claude there was always a certain delicacy, even when she got under the sheets with you, and her delicacy offended! who wants a delicate whore! claude would even ask you to turn your face away when she squatted over the bidet. all wrong! a man, when he's burning up with passion, wants to see thingsl he wants to see everything, even how they make water. and while it's all very nice to know that a woman has a mind, literature coming from the cold corpse of a whore is the last thing to be served in bed. germaine had the right idea: she was ignorant and lusty, she put her heart and soul into her work. she was a whore all the way through- and that was her virtue!