The Captain's wife played the harp; she had very long arms, silvery as eels on those nights, and armpits as dark and mysterious as sea urchins; and the sounds of the harp was sweet and piercing, so sweet and piercing it was almost unbearable, and we were forced to let out long cries, not so much to accompany the music as to protect our hearing from it.
-Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics, 7.
6 comments:
I've never heard armpits described so intriguingly...
I've never read any other blog that featured armpits...
Thanks Steve. Armpits are a sadly neglected topic in the blogosphere. I'm doing my best to remedy this situation - but frankly, I'm not sure it's a one-girl job. What a difference it would make if every blogger committed to making just one post on the topic of armpits! (Posts on armpit hair, kneepits, ticklishness, deoderant, and similarly related topics also acceptable.)
I wonder if anyone makes deodorant for knee-pits. Not that I would need it, but I'm sure there are those whose knee-pits get a tad ripe from frequent squatting.
My knee pits never sweat; they just glisten.
ahahaha.
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