the new yorker quotes john wilmot

    Okay, it is in a movie review, and one that fails to point out that Johnny Depp is way too long in the tooth to play the part of the man who timed his meeting with his maker to coincide in his life span with Jesus. Still, what better way of demonstrating what freedoms of the press remain in the wake of the Patriot Act?

            The Wish

Oh, that I could by any chemic art
To sperm convert my spirit and my heart,
That at one thrust I might my soul translate
And in the womb myself regenerate!
There steeped in lust nine months I would remain,
Then boldly fuck my passage back again.