his harem which included dancing boys and everything in the books” then George would go into every detail of this knowledge, like “He knew that the phallus is held with the hand and moved inside the vagina with a rotary movement, but this was only the first of several variations where there is also the lowering down of the gal’s hips so that the vulva you see recedes and the phallus is introduced with a fast quick movement like stinging of a wasp, or else the vulva is protruded by means of lifting up the hips high so that the member is buried with a sudden rush right to the basis, or then he can withdraw real teasing like, or concentrate on right or left side—And then he knew all the gestures, words, expressions, what to do with a flower, what not to do with a flower, how to drink the lip in all kinds of kissing or how to crush kiss or soft kiss, man he was a genius in the beginning” . . . and so on, George went all the way telling me this till 6 A.M. it being one of the most fantastic Buddha Charitas I'd ever heard ending with George’s own perfect enunciation of the law of the Twelve Nirdanas whereby Buddha just logically disconnected all creation and laid it bare for what it was, under the Bo Tree, a chain of illusions—And on the trip to New York with Dave and me up front talking all the way poor George just sat there on the mattress for the most part very quiet and told us he was taking this trip to find out if HE was traveling to New York or just the CAR (Willie the Jeep) was traveling to New York or was it just the WHEELS were rolling, or the tires, or what—A Zen problem of some kind—So that when wed see grain elevators on the Plains of Oklahoma George would say quietly “Well it seems to me that grain elevator is sorta waitin for the road to approach it” or he'd say suddenly “While you guys was talkin just then about how to mix a good Pernod Martini I just saw a white horse standing in an abandoned storefront”—In Las Vegas we'd taken a good motel room and gone out to play a little roulette, in St.Louis we'd gone to see the great bellies of the East St.Louis hootchy kootchy joints where three of the most marvelous young girls
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