第7部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

oped　and　feared　about　those　book　geeks：　they　reallyare

freaks　in　bed。　Rumor　has　it　that　a　certain　Harlem…based　intellectual　salon　went　from　sping

literary　thought　to　sping　spit？and　fast。　Talk　about　an　introductory　？getting　to　know　you？

meeting。　I　wonder　if　that？s　what　D　and　his　new　friend　G　had　in　mind　when　they　sought

out　？like…minded　young　men　and　women？　and　asked　applicants　to　attach　their　pictures。　。　。　。　Then

again；　from　what　I　hear；　these　eager　literati　saw　beyond　the　shackles　of　identity？like；　um；

gender？and　simply　embraced　the　soul　（and　some　other　things）　of　the　person　next　to　them。　I　guess

that？s　what　they　mean　about　not　judging　a　book　by　its　cover。

So　does　this　little　freak…orgy　mean　the　demise　of　literary　debate？　Can　people　no　longer　sit　around

a　rambling　Harlem　apartment　and　discuss　great　works　of　literature　without　getting　frisky？　Or　does

it　symbolize　the　return　of　freaky　group…sex　organizations　like　Plato？s　Retreat？　（Can　I　just　say　。　。　。

ew。）　Sorry　to　disappoint；　but　for　once　I　don？t　know　for　sure。　Iwill　tell　you　what　it　means　for　me；

however：　I　am　never；　ever　going　above　One…hundredth　Street。　I　don？t　care　how　？stimulating？　the

event　promises　to　be。

paint　by　numbers

Speaking　of　parties　with　an；　ahem；　same…sex　appeal；　I　have　a　bone　to　pick　with　a　certain

flamboyant　designer　about　his　latest　stylish　affair：　What？s　with　the　all…white　theme？　For　people

who　consider　themselves　free　thinkers；　the　idea　itself　is　just　so　。　。　。　single…minded　（although　maybe

I？m　just　smarting　from　my　exclusion　from　the　party；　due　to　the　similarlysingle…minded

all…maletheme）。　I　suppose　it？s　a　way　for　the　rich　and　famous　to　make　themselves　feel　chic　and