The erotic memoirs of a male chauvinist pig 1973

I dislike coughing, being short of breath and wasting my money.

I smoke because the discomfort of not smoking is unbearable.

As of this date, I have made three stoutly resolved attempts to quit marriage,

but only one feeble one to quit smoking. All were patently unsuccessful.

Presently, I am in the midst of my fourth attempt to quit marriage. My most recent

liaison ended officially a week ago Friday. The period of estrangement lasted almost

eight months. It was a bearable, almost pleasant period of time. My work went well. I was sexually

occupied, if not fulfilled. And I sometimes found myself smiling.

But this week has been unbearable. I've lost my sense of humor. I can't

concentrate. The adventure has gone out of all of my sexual alliances. I'm bored

and miserable. And the only way I have found to fight this depression was to

become engaged. I asked Alice to marry me yesterday. Of course, this is only a

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