Last night, at the party, I found myself at one point talking to three very nice actors, who were very pleasant, and I was having a great time talking with them and drinking with them and then I suddenly realized that I had killed all three of them at various points in the series and that these would all shortly be unemployed actors.
It’s a uniquely American prudishness. You can write the most detailed, vivid description of an ax entering a skull, and nobody will say a word in protest. But if you write a similarly detailed description of a penis entering a vagina, you get letters from people saying they’ll never read you again. What the hell? Penises entering vaginas bring a lot more joy into the world than axes entering skulls.
