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Tag Archives: F.F. Arbuthnot
The author of fifty plus books, including the translations in “literal” detail of all the graphic possibilities that could be mustered and blustered against the edifice of late Victorian England in a raging torrent of works that could be regarded … Continue reading
Posthumously burned for the sake of propriety. All the hiddens. Al the unknowables. All the unthinkables. The explorations. The eccentric tastes. Her reputation! Yes it all had to go up in smoke. The eroticism, the open sexuality transferred onto the … Continue reading