Hot on the heels of an Italian girl with coke in her ass is Raekwon’s bulletproof brothels with the jew bitches. It wouldn’t be so striking if it weren’t in music. Movies are so much worse. But it’s odd to hear it in a song. At least that says something good about music. And somehow it doesn’t seem worse than people asking you at holiday parties: so how many gifts do...
In my own imagination Spain existed so vividly as an idea—fan dances, castanets—that I had trouble accepting the fact of its national arbitrariness. In truth, however, most countries come into being solely as a result of war. Island nations such as my own are the exception. David Leavitt, While England Sleeps