Tess of the Turbervilles — it was great. I felt bad for her — Tess — being defiled so young and losing her purity. Angel Clare, her erstwhile lover, who found out about her past and disdained her, was a wimp. I lost my purity, I guess — or close enough — as a child on the 7oo foot ocean liner Gallileo Galilie. Scientist Gallileo, for those of you who missed elementary or middle school, was villified for stating (too early but correctly) that the world was not the center of the universe, but circled the sun.
At any rate, some Australasian ship owners named their Italian built 1,750 passenger ship Gallileo, and on this boat, (above), traveling in the early seventies as a cruise ship from Sydney to Mexico, I saw, two days before the ship captain banned it for extreme violence from child viewing, the 1972 movie Pope Joan, in which a nun disguised as a man almost makes it to popehood until her pregnancy, and hence sex, is discovered by crowds of her erstwhile fans who then rip her and her Baby in Womb literally limb from limb (leading to nightmares for me and perhaps my brothers for years to come.)
I also saw, on the Gallileo Galilie, the horror, as my parents saw it, of an ocean liner divided into classes with corresponding dining halls, swimming pools and tinned fruit/ice cream according to fees paid. I believe we were second. In which cabin thereof I lost my purity, or part of it, of the flesh. But was this so bad? It was, reader, if there be any reading this. It was so bad.
But not as bad, perhaps, as Natalie Wood not losing it, in my favorite movie Splendor in the Grass. Natalie, who, as Deenie, loses her great love Bud (Warren Beatty) to sexual and social constraints in the 1950s, ends up weeping and screaming at her mother “Oh I’m not spoiled, I’m not spoiled,” from the virgin bathtub, (right): “I’m just as fresh and as virginal as the day as I was born… Mother, I just want to die.”
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