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Then why in heaven's name must every nagging prude of Cato's ilk cry shame, denounce my work as lewd, damning with a look my guileless, simple art, this simple, modern book...
...best, this training in submission and subtlety produced the kind of woman who has moved men of the West as well as of the East to rhapsody. Carried away, a writer in the Encyclopaedia Britannica described her: "She is entirely unselfish; exquisitely modest without being anything of a prude; abounding in intelligence which is never obscured by egotism; patient in the hour of suffering; strong in time of affliction; a faithful wife; a loving mother; a good daughter; and capable, as history shows, of heroism rivaling that of the stronger...
Morality Play. Not that Fielding is a prude: "For the most rugged, down-to-bare-facts night life on the continent of Europe-at decent prices and under non-clip conditions, too-Hamburg wins the diamond-studded G-string by 6 bumps and 24 grinds." It is not raw flesh but raw deals that make Fielding's blood boil: "Of all the groups of surly, devious, tip-hungry ruffians we've met in our travels, the Venetian gondoliers take our personal booby prize." Fielding's Guide is fun because he writes a kind of frivolous morality play...
Ljuba. Rumania's new secret power, says Dr. Cohen, is another woman: Ljuba, brunette Bessarabian wife of Vice Premier Iosif Chisinevschi. No prude where Soviet officers were concerned, Ljuba got her husband the fat job of food-procurement officer for the Soviet army of occupation in 1946. Chisinevschi quickly moved up the power line and today, by virtue of his wife's cozy relations with the Soviet embassy, bosses the government. In a beautiful pavilion near Bucharest, in the formal royal park where King Carol's Magda Lupescu once frolicked, attractive, dark-eyed Ljuba holds brilliant Thursday...
...coward by John Dos Passos for censoring his Three Soldiers before publishing it. Training a jaundiced eye on postwar bestsellers, Doran once said: "Can't say I think much of 'em. Trashy, dirty stuff ... No spiritual force, no moral fiber. Great Scott, I'm no Victorian prude. But a publisher has to draw the line somewhere...