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...silent movies, playing shortstop against "The Boston Bloomer Girls," and tousling with an unfriendly Chinese ("I learned for the first time how strong and difficult a small Chinese can be, when apprehensive"). The book climbs to its ribald and humorous peak with a description of the night the brothel burned down in Ashton, Idaho, and "the quick thinkers routed out those who chanced to be relaxing in the bedrooms ..." Happily, sporting life a la Paul never gets quite so outrageous that it cannot be thoroughly enjoyed by hammock-readers of either...
Then he was promoted to genuine rapes, brothel murders, "a rash of bichloride of mercury suicides." He saw 17 murderers "twisting in their white sheets on the end of the whining rope" and could, today, he says, "cover a hundred pages with . . . fascinating cadavers." Writes Hecht nostalgically of those days: "That was happiness." The weakness of Hecht's armor was that it left him in sketchy underwear whenever he took it off. Like many an other supposedly invulnerable fellow, he was exposed, when in the buff, as more of a maudlin breast-beater than a Front Page chesty. Swept...
Apostle in Disguise. "I dedicated myself," says Hecht, "to attacking prudes, piety-mongers and all apostles of virtue." The snag was that young Ben, raised by a good mother, was himself a disguised apostle of virtue. He would prance into a brothel "playing drunkard and whoremonger with all the vocabulary at my command"-only to find himself clutching the hand of a fallen sister and begging her to reform. He even took one young prostitute to live with him and "encouraged her to weep over her vile life." He "read books to her every night," while she "lay nude . . . listening...
...House of Madame Tellier blends a Rabelaisian humor with an almost feminine delicacy of touch. Madame Tellier's house is a brothel in a small Norman city, and Director Max Ophuls' camera peeks through doors and latticed windows at the girls and their guests, islands of light and laughter in the tomblike silence of the town. Then one night the house is closed tight, and its baffled habitues turn away from the door to wander unhappily in the streets...
...ardors by every means known to quackery"-diets of vanilla, truffles and celery, "elixirs" guaranteed to "heat the blood." Nobody knows how far she succeeded, but Louis adored her even when he had turned for his pleasure to what Author Mitford solemnly calls "a modest little private brothel, run on humane and practical lines...