Though, as he was torn into a pink upper air, she was a good craft to ride in, for her belly was firm and her breasts enabled a flying man good hold and emotions of heady safety. . . . Steering her peasant tits he bounded off stars.
Thomas KeneallyI must apologise because I know all writers have memories of being on the outer because it's the children on the side of the playground who become the dangerous writers.
Thomas Keneally