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give_satisfactionThere will be more to come but I wanted to share this before more time passed.
In an early section he talks about his 13-year-old shame when taking a gym shower:
Yes, I might have been tall, yes, I might have been growing almost visibly, yes, my voice might have broken, but what was happening down there? Fuck all, that was what was happening.
If I heard the word "immature" used, even in the most innocent context, I would blush scarlet. Immature meant me having no hair down there. Immature meant me having a salted snail for a cock. Immature meant shame, inadequacy, defeat and misery. They could peacock around without towels, they could jump up and down and giggle as bell end slapped against belly button, and heavy ball sack bounced and swung, they could shampoo their shaggy pubes and sing their brainless rugby songs in the hiss of the shower room, it was all right for them, the muddy, bloody, merciless, apeman cunts.
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Fagging: A relic of the old British Public School system of bullying, Fags, were young first or second year students used as servants by older pupils. Confusingly, Public Schools are nothing of the sort. Generally, they are private fee-paying schools that educate the children of wealthy British parents. Eton and Harrow are among the best known (and where the children of the Royal Family are dispatched at an early age). - British American Dictionary
A duty Stephen enjoyed was the morning fag. At precisely 7:30 he would take a large brass bell, ringing it loudly, and go to each dormitory threshold to wake up the other boys, shouting "Time half past seven!" Starting at the first dormitory, Stephen would then have to dash from bed to bed (which were individual cubicles called tishes) waking up each boy individually:
Some boys were terribly hard to wake, and if you didn't succeed in rousing them fully and they were senior, they would blame you for not being up in time and make your life hell. Other boys were deliberately hard to wake and played secret unspoken games with you. They might sleep nude, under one sheet and present you as you entered the tish with all of the signs of deep sleep and an innocent but perky morning erection. The unspoken game was that, as you tried to shake them awake by their shoulder, your elbow or a lower part of the arm might just accidentally rub against their twitching dick. Never a word spoken, this game sometimes went all the way, sometimes was just a little game. In my year as morning fag one got to know which boys played the game and which didn't.
In an early section he talks about his 13-year-old shame when taking a gym shower:
Yes, I might have been tall, yes, I might have been growing almost visibly, yes, my voice might have broken, but what was happening down there? Fuck all, that was what was happening.
If I heard the word "immature" used, even in the most innocent context, I would blush scarlet. Immature meant me having no hair down there. Immature meant me having a salted snail for a cock. Immature meant shame, inadequacy, defeat and misery. They could peacock around without towels, they could jump up and down and giggle as bell end slapped against belly button, and heavy ball sack bounced and swung, they could shampoo their shaggy pubes and sing their brainless rugby songs in the hiss of the shower room, it was all right for them, the muddy, bloody, merciless, apeman cunts.
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Fagging: A relic of the old British Public School system of bullying, Fags, were young first or second year students used as servants by older pupils. Confusingly, Public Schools are nothing of the sort. Generally, they are private fee-paying schools that educate the children of wealthy British parents. Eton and Harrow are among the best known (and where the children of the Royal Family are dispatched at an early age). - British American Dictionary
A duty Stephen enjoyed was the morning fag. At precisely 7:30 he would take a large brass bell, ringing it loudly, and go to each dormitory threshold to wake up the other boys, shouting "Time half past seven!" Starting at the first dormitory, Stephen would then have to dash from bed to bed (which were individual cubicles called tishes) waking up each boy individually:
Some boys were terribly hard to wake, and if you didn't succeed in rousing them fully and they were senior, they would blame you for not being up in time and make your life hell. Other boys were deliberately hard to wake and played secret unspoken games with you. They might sleep nude, under one sheet and present you as you entered the tish with all of the signs of deep sleep and an innocent but perky morning erection. The unspoken game was that, as you tried to shake them awake by their shoulder, your elbow or a lower part of the arm might just accidentally rub against their twitching dick. Never a word spoken, this game sometimes went all the way, sometimes was just a little game. In my year as morning fag one got to know which boys played the game and which didn't.
