Or was the written word his greatest aphrodisiac? Stop fantasizing, Lori, and write about this book of stories. Did he collect those too? I want to know. We have Nin's and Miller's, which he may or may not have even written, but the missioned by the one man. That's my fantasy, since his identity is lost to time and his collection. I found myself wondering whether he had certain preferences and yearning to read his collection. He paid Anais Nin and great writers hanging around Paris with more talent than money a dollar a page for them. There was a man in Paris who had a private collection of erotic stories. Some deal with subjects that are uncomfortable for some people and taboo for others I went in sweeping all that aside. There's a beauty to the writing in these stories. I banished Nin's life story from my mind, banished what I've read of the diaries and everything else but the material in hand(s).
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