The current New York Review of Books has an article on ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ of all things. Interesting stuff (though not as much fun as the blog, Fifty Things that Annoy me about Fifty Shades of Grey
http://cassandraparkin.wordpress.com...hades-of-grey/ )
Anyway, I enjoyed the opening paragraph of the review, which displays an impressive ability to circumvent 'taboos' on the part of the author (Tim Parks):
“Touching yourself” was strictly forbidden in the Parks family. My father was an evangelical clergyman, my mother his zealous helper. The hand mustn’t stray below the belt, because such pleasures were always accompanied by evil, lascivious thoughts. Yet as Dusty Springfield memorably sang in “Son of a Preacher Man,” “being good isn’t always easy, no matter how hard I try,” and at thirteen for this son of a preacher man it was impossible. To get around the conflict—the sexual imperative and the fear of falling into sin—I would imagine going through the entire Anglican marriage ceremony with whatever girl was the object of my desire before allowing the hand to move to its inevitable destination; in this way, I hoped, my fantasies would be conjugal rather than lecherous and any sin much diminished.