Word: cunt
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...talks, after all, a fair feminist game. Men's minds are befuddled, their ideas are impossible, women frighten them--but then they have those "silky penises." The real sexual inequity is not that men have this great added marvel, a penis, but that "the female has an all-weather cunt. No wonder men invented the myth of female inadequacy." Women's only problem is jiving the need for sex with feminism. Sock it to 'em, Erica, baby. Show 'em what it feels like...
...triumph of this production is the Margery of Carole Shelley, making her AST debut. It is an unalloyed delight to follow her progress from an innocent country wife to a sophisticated cunt-ry mistress (Wycherley surely intended the punning title). Miss Shelley has the advantage of being British herself and of knowing just how to deal with Margery's unrefined diction. How honestly she skips about on learning she has smitten a man at the theatre! What a laugh she elicits on exclaiming, "Oh jeminy!," when first introduced to the Horner she has heard about! How telling her little gasp...
...Attached" to the woman's cunt was always the woman herself. The woman was the most interesting thing. The cunt was important, sure, but that wasn't the whole of it, except in some rare cases...But I was always more interested in the woman, the whole woman. More than that I'm always interested in the mind." from My Life and Times...
...heat of his own enjoyment of Miller's literary fields ("the fields of flesh and cunt"), Mailer loses some of his perspective and self-knowledge. He seems certain he can distinguish himself from Miller, certain that he and his age are looking for "an accommodation of the sexes," whereas Miller "calls out for an antagonism." In the heat of his own argument, Mailer seems to have forgotten the battles between the sexes whose corpses litter the fields of his own novels. Suddenly, the novelist who sees himself as a "general who sends his troops across fields of paper," the writer...
...least for awhile, Mailer is run-in' scared. And as he runs, as he chases about "the fields of flesh and cunt," he picks up every nut and bolt he finds and throws it at us as a warning. Beware the metal fingers of the hand of technology, he insists. Then be conjures up ferocious pictures of abortions and extra-uterine gestation and operations that would give men vaginas. Beware he antiseptic, rubber-coated hand, he wails...