“Forget the sex; the real scandal here is the crime against language.” — Brian Phillips, The Ringer, on Olivia Nuzzi’s new memoir, American Canto, about her affair with Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
“I desired. He desired me desiring. He desired to desire my desiring. It was turtles all the way down, except the turtles were boners.”
“Our union represented the endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth, and the eternal, unending nature of time. Sometimes I didn’t know where the worm ended, and our love began.”
“’I want to break both of us down into tiny particles and blend them together like so many mice to be fed to your falcon,’ I told him. Some men, lesser men, men who failed to engage with desire to the very hilt of their cocks—those men would have found these sentiments extreme. But with the Politician, they barely scratched the surface of his erotic carapace.”
