I can't even begin to list all of the emotional baggage that Samuel Richardson's Clarissa: or the History of a Young Lady (the unabridged version, of course) must carry around inside day after day. For that matter, I can't even begin to list all of the emotional baggage I carry around inside for having read it. Those are weeks of my life I'll never get back.
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Those were good times, though, no? At least, it's better than having to read Pamela. Ugh.
I'm gonna have to go with John Barthes' the end of the road. So far, its psychoanalyst has fathered four illegitimate fetuses never to see the light of day. Meanwhile little Jacob Horner is still ABD. Which fate is worse is left to you, gentle reader, to decide.
Also, in the movie version, James Earle Jones plays the shady psychoanalyst (the one Jacob is seeing, not the one the book is sleeping with) and that's just terrific.
oh, i remember those weeks...painfully... speaking of psychoanalysis...i like ellipses...
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