She had long ago accepted the fact that, when it came to the affectations with which radical feminists liked to impoverish their minds—crystal therap… - James Morrow

Sneer, frown, and be miserable, for tomorrow you live.

The man was fat. His belly arrived like an advance guard, heralding the bulk to come, huge shoulders, a surplus chin. His white cassock had settled over his body like a tarpaulin dropped on a blimp.

Another boyfriend?"
"A character in one of my plays. Runkleberg's my twentieth-century Abraham. One fine morning he's out watering his roses, and he hears God's voice telling him to sacrifice his son."
"Does he obey?"
"His wife intervenes."
"How?"
"She castrates him with his hedge clippers, and he bleeds to death.