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\LFanny 1.1 :
\C Based on John Cleland's \iMemoirs of a Woman of Pleasure\r (Oxford Classical
\C Texts), prepared by Prof. Michael J. Preston, Department of English,
\C University of Colorado, Boulder CO 80309, U.S.A.
\C See Samuel S. Coleman and Michael J. Preston, \iA KWIC Concordance to John
\C \iCleland's "Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure"\r (New York, Garland Publishing,
\C 1987)
\N1 MADAM,
I SIT down to give you an undeniable proof of my considering
your desires as indispensible orders: ungracious then as the task
may be, I shall recall to view those scandalous stages of my life,
out of which I emerg'd at length, to the enjoyment of every
blessing in the power of love, health, and fortune to bestow;
whilst yet in the flower of youth, and not too late to employ the
leisure afforded me by great ease and affluence, to cultivate an
understanding naturally not a despicable one, and which had,
even amidst the whirl of loose pleasures I had been tost in,
exerted more observation on the c . . .
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\LFanny 2.91 :
\N1 MADAM,
IF I have delay'd the sequel of my history, it has been purely
to afford myself a little breathing time, not without some
hopes that, instead of pressing me to a continuation, you
would have acquitted me of the task of pursuing a confession,
in the course of which, my self-esteem has so many wounds to
sustain.
\SFanny 2.91 :
\N8 I imagined indeed, that you would have been cloy'd and tired
with the uniformity of adventures and expressions, inseparable
from a subject of this sort, whose bottom or ground-work
being, in the nature of things, eternally one and the same,
whatever variety of forms and modes, the situations are susceptible
of, there is no escaping a repetition of near the same
images, the same figures, the same expressions, with this further
inconvenience added to the disgust it creates, that the words
{joys, ardours, transports, extasies}, and the rest of those pathetic
terms so congenial to, so received in the {practise of pleasure},
flatten, and lo . . .
