I had already read some books written by Jorge Amado, I mean I could mention titles, and I must with my heart recommend to you any of his books, for he is admirably sympathetic. The book’s title was Of how the Turks discovered America. Above chapter one page it has four drawings of women’s cunts with a name for each cunt below. It is about a Syrian community, known as the Turks, like all Arab people were called. The Syrians didn’t have credit in the store, so they had to rack their brains to be able to make a way of living. The store’s owner had been cutting, they had to pay in the buying. The Syrians deliberated and it seemed there were no options to deal with the matter, but the store’s owner had a daughter in age of marrying and some Syrians thought of a very handsome fifteen years old Syrian boy of their community to make the daughter fall in love with the boy. They spoke with the boy. The boy didn’t want to do anything of that kind, he didn’t like the girl. But as his family and all others insisted, saying to him even that her cunt would be delicious, he finally accepted to go accompanied to the store and look at her although not intensely, as he was told to do. Well, that was how the Turks got credit in the store.

            The miller’s tale in the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer is the result of vengeance between pilgrims, and although it may seem hurtful being told with intentions, such as it is in the Tales, it doesn’t stop being that jocose and that cheerful it makes you laugh merrily. Please let me remind you of the miller’s tale. A young student on his way to where he was studying introduced himself to an aged miller in a town still many miles to the university and the miller offers his house to put up the student for the night. When they came in the miller’s house, there was a girl in her twenties and she looked at him very attentive without being seen by the miller, and decidedly, she liked the student. The girl was the miller’s wife. They invited the student to supper and later enjoyed the heat of the chimney while they three spoke about many things. The miller’s wife laughed a lot with the student and had her special ways of catching up his eyes involving him in the idea of pleasure by night. The miller’s didn’t take notice, so he wasn’t jealous, even was so delighted with the student’s knowledge that was laughing too. By night, after an hour already the three of them in their rooms, the student came out of his and waited only for a brief moment because the girl appered in the corridor. He’s sleeping, she said to the student. Come, he said.He had seen some wooden beams leaning on the corridor’s wall  near to the miller’s bedroom. He took two and made up with them a X all along the miller’s door. And they came downstairs to the big divan to explore their motives to laugh. They were at it when suddenly a tremendous strike was heard at the miller’s door, who had been awakened by the bold laughs and insulting noise. The couple laughed more yet, but a big number of neighbours appeared quickly into the house. When they realized what had happened and were going to help the miller, the miller from the floor with a wooden beam on his back, began to accuse the couple of adultery, and then was heard another heavy noise of the other wooden beam that left the miller speechless. Some neighbours run upstairs to see what was left of the miller. Others remained downstairs amazed with the vision. What he was saying is a lie, said the student to the neighbours. Don’t  you confess you have commited adultery? No, no, said the student, he told us to be here naked and do whatever we wanted to.

            In Pantagruel by François Rabelais, Panurgo, Pantagruel’s best friend, falls in love with a dame that refuses him, so he contrives how to make the dame pass a bad experience. He found a doggy in heat, took her to his rooms, fastened her with his belt and nourished her all day. In the morning Panurgo killed the doggy and took what the greek geomantics know and made tiny pieces with it and hid them under his clothes. It was a big day, Corpus Christi. During mass in church he gets very close the dame and spilled the drugs over her expensive clothes. When all the dogs in the church smelled the drugs they all went to her, stretching their members, mounting her, smelling and pissing her. It was very difficult for the other dames to free her from the dogs. Panurgo laughed strenously and said to a man of the city: I believe this dame is in heat or has been covered by a dog yesterday. Panurgo was in search of Pantagruel. To all dogs he found on his way he kicked them out and shouted to them Go to the wedding! We he met up Pantagruel he told him: Sir, I beg you to come to see all the dogs of the country agglomerated around a dame, the most beautiful dame of the city, and they want to fuck her up. In a good mood Pantagruel acceded to go to see it and watched the spectacle, that seemed to him very beautiful and original. But the best was that more than six hundred thousand fourteen dogs followed her along the streets. When she at last broke free as she could at her house’s door, watching her in that state, her servants burst out laughing.

These are three examples of reasons by which some people get so much tightness: The store owner’s, but the Syrian boy had finally helped his people, a handsome boy squeezed by his people is normal. The miller’s, but the student had conquered the miller’s young wife since they saw each other, a handsome student having an affair with an old miller’s young wife is, let us say, quite not so normal, because there are some millers’ wifes who don’t want to. Panurgo with his vengeance provoked the source of a river. Who or what do we forget? The store owner’s daughter? The naive miller? The bad experience the dame had? Let me tell you that I won’t ever forget the bad experience, although I wanted to, I mean. It is somehing so memorable!