Casting my own eye down Fifth Avenue as my belly swelled, I would register with incredulity: Every one of these people came from a woman's cunt.

Lionel Shriver
Casting my own eye down Fifth Avenue as my belly...
Casting my own eye down Fifth Avenue as my belly...
Casting my own eye down Fifth Avenue as my belly...
Casting my own eye down Fifth Avenue as my belly...
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In “Casting my own eye down Fifth Avenue as my belly swelled, I would register with incredulity: Every one of these people came from a woman’s cunt”, John Updike captures the incredible impact of women on our society. The sheer number of people that have come from women’s vaginas is astonishing. Updike was a great writer who has created a piece of literature that will live on long after he has passed.

Source: We Need To Talk About Kevin

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