Butter-Churning Porn
I was re-reading George (Marian Evans) Eliot's Adam Bede the way a Methodist might re-read passages of the Bible in order to get inspiration. In other words, I was opening the book up and reading random passages, letting Providence guide my hand. It was with this little experiment, I found what is one of my favorite passages in the book. Which I thought I'd share with you all. In it, Eliot describes the character of Hetty, churning butter. But the scene is full of Hetty's nascent sexuality. If anyone has an example of a hotter butter-churning scene in literature, let me know.
And they are the prettiest attitudes and movements into which a pretty girl is thrown in making up butter--tossing movements that give a charming curve to the arm, and a sideward inclination of the round white neck; little patting and rolling movements with the palm of the hand, and nice adaptations and finishings which cannot at all be effected without a great play of the pouting mouth and the dark eyes. And then the butter itself seems to communicate a fresh charm--it is so pure, so sweet-scented; it is turned off the mould with such a beautiful firm surface, like marble in a pale yellow light! --George Eliot
But of course, I might just have a dirty mind. ;)
posted by David @ 3:28 PM
5 Comments:
Dear Lord! That is funny.
Is that similar to, like, a blacksmith molding iron? Cause THAT is HOT. (haha) Who knew literature had such subtle turn-ons?
;)
Hmmm. I don't think the scene where the "bed is burning" can compare, but the scene when Rochester tells Jane to come can give the Bede passage some real competition. Think dirty as you read and then try and argue the eroticism here...I dont think you can!
Never," said he, as he ground his teeth, "never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable. A mere reed she feels in my hand!" (And he shook me with the force of his hold.) "I could bend her with my finger and thumb: and what good would it do if I bent, if I uptore, if I crushed her? Consider that eye: consider the resolute, wild, free thing looking out of it, defying me, with more than courage—with a stern triumph. Whatever I do with its cage, I cannot get at it—the savage, beautiful creature! If I tear, if I rend the slight prison, my outrage will only let the captive loose. Conqueror I might be of the house; but the inmate would escape to heaven before I could call myself possessor of its clay dwelling- place. And it is you, spirit—with will and energy, and virtue and purity—that I want: not alone your brittle frame. Of yourself you could come with soft flight and nestle against my heart, if you would: seized against your will, you will elude the grasp like an essence—you will vanish ere I inhale your fragrance. Oh! come, Jane, come!"
Thursday:
Dear Lord, Part 2!
haha
(But really, didn't you always think Rochester was incredibly hot? Sigh. See what you started, David?)
Marty: LOL, yes somebody should write erotica featuring a blacksmith molding iron. It practically writes itself, dontcha think? ;)
TN: You are right on with that scene, Amy. I remember reading it for the first time and feeling the passion of it, but not exactly making the erotic connection. Wow, I do now!
And yes, it would be quite easy to fall in love with (and desire) Jane. Her passion and keen intellect are irresistable. (Although I must admit to having an illicit crush on bad girl Becky Sharpe from "Vanity Fair." Yowza.)
Oooo. Love Becks from V.F.! You have excellent taste in literary ladies, David. ;)
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