Summary
Vuk Vučo: How I stopped sucking my finger
"Women, therefore, were the language of the planet and the blood of knowledge. The desire to know that yellow-billed cockatoo who sucked his thumb until the age of twenty, at first sensual, and then more and more a desire for spiritual food, transformed imperceptibly into a writer's eros and led me to this confession, to a type of eroticism that I dare to call an artistic act, worrying whether I will find the right words to describe his painful creative and destructive beauty. My first thousand women!"
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