I don’t know if 16th Century poet Michael Drayton can be considered a great man, but he was esteemed by literary critics at the time. Here’s an excerpt from his long-form poem “The Moon-Calf”, (a moon-calf is an abortive fetus of a cow, sometimes applied to human fetuses). Colloquially, it had come to mean during its time in common usage any grotesque thing. Drayton hasn’t a kind word for androgynes, which he thinks “pollute the earth”.
Quoth one, ” ‘Tis monstrous, and for nothing fit;
And, for a monster, quick, let’s bury it.”
“Nay,” quoth another, “rather make provision,
If possibly, to part it by incision,
For were it parted, for aught I can see,
Both man and woman it may seem to be.”
“Nay,” quoth a third. “that must be done with
And, were it done, our labor is but lost: [cost;
For when w’ have wrought the utmost that we can,
He’s too much woman, and she’s too much man:
Therefore, as ’tis a most prodigious birth,
Let it not live here to pollute the earth.”
The great men knew that masculine women and feminine men are abominations against nature. They would weep to see their descendants glorifying what once they thought a blight upon the earth.
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Quoth I, “Heartiste doth hit the mark;
His fiery wit, forsooth, doth flame and spark.
Defending that which Nature hath design’d,
And patient Evolution then refin’d,
He standeth firm against the rising Tide
Of Idiocracy which spreadeth wide,
And overruns the sweete and pleasant land,
Confounding all that’s sane with freakish hand.”
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tried posting this on DHV new article but it got eaten by the stack.
Here is a contender for a future “Great Men on Women” post:
Roald Dahl
From “The Visitor” (a story about a cad whose car breaks down and ends up trying to bang both the wife and teenage daughter of his gracious host):
“…Later, when the sun began dropping lower in the sky, we all sat around in our wet swimming clothes while a servant brought us pale, ice-cold martinis , and it was at this point that I began, very slowly, very cautiously, to seduce the two ladies in my own particular fashion.
Normally, when I am given a free hand, this is not especially difficult for me to do. The curious little talent that I happen to possess–the ability to hypnotize a woman with words very seldom lets me down. It is not, of course, done only with words. The words themselves, the innocuous, superficial words, are spoken only by the mouth, whereas the real message, the improper and exciting promise, comes from all the limbs and organs of the body, and is transmitted through the eyes. More than that I cannot honestly tell you about how it is done. The point is that it works. It works like cantharides. I believe that I could sit down opposite the Pope’s wife, if he had one, and within fifteen minutes, were I to try hard enough, she would be leaning towards me over the table with her lips apart and her eyes glazed with desire. It is a minor talent, not a great one, but I am nonetheless thankful to have had it bestowed upon me, and I have done my best at all times to see that it has not been wasted.
One more quote cuz this guy is a fucking gamer:
“Oh, how I do love to be on the move, winging away to new people
and new places and leaving the old ones far behind! Nothing in the world exhilarates me more than that. And how I despise the average citizen, who settles himself down upon one tiny spot of land with one asinine woman, to breed and stew and rot in that condition unto his life’s end. And always with the same woman! I cannot believe that any man in his senses would put up with just one female day after day and year after year. Some of them, of course, don’t. But millions pretend they do. I myself have never, absolutely never.”
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That poem describes Strappy to a tee.
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Are feral, unconstrained convict-ilk chasers masculine by nature? (beneath the dupe of feminine allure, and submission act). Of the few I’ve known, most were, despite their eye-catching appeal. But you have to know what you’re looking for to see through the facade. https://www.yahoo.com/celebrity/kim-basinger-opens-up-about-her-painful-divorce-170107188.html o f the erstwhile days when a star called ‘Kim’ wasn’t a beacon of the decline,
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That’s funny, I always heard “moon-pig”, as a way to describe an extraordinarily unwomanly woman, usually ugly, but also possibly masculine too to boot.
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