Till the nineteenth year of my life, my conscious history with female breasts had no chapters to tell. If life were a sum total of fantasy and reality, this would consist entirely of the former, entirely of vicarious pleasures associated with fantasies, with women real and fictitious, in stories realistic and dramatic. If memory served me right, I don’t remember sighting a pair of breasts from close quarters ever, forget...

When Dobbin awoke from the unfortunate and dizzying nap that had assailed him on Christmas Eve, he found himself extremely pleased. It took him two minutes to figure out the reason behind this unexpected pleasure, and another five minutes to let the reason solidify and find a temporary shelter in his head. Minutes later, he was scurrying down the narrow foot bridge connecting his hostel to the library. Joe and Jerry, the...

Three more bends up the hill, and I would be back in the safe havens of the hostel. I had been jogging at quite a brisk pace for over two miles now. But the early morning fog and the ensuing chill caught up every time you stopped for a breather. In this merciless December winter, the body sought warmth above everything else. A lot more was on my mind however, as I stopped by the fifteenth milestone, and surveyed the caref...