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Забавная книга: "The Art of Kissing", by Hugh Morris. Издана, между прочим, в 1936-м году.

Электронная версия.

Заслуживают воспроизведения тут первый абзац книги и оглавление:

The dictionary says that a kiss is "a salute made by touching with the lips pressed closely together and suddenly parting them." From this it is quite obvious that, although a dictionary-may know something about words, it knows nothing about kissing.

Оглавление:

• Different Kinds of Kisses
  
• Why People Kiss
  
• Why Kissing Is Pleasant
  
• Approved Methods of Kissing
  
• Kisses Are But Preludes to Love
  
• Preparing for the Kiss
  
• How to Approach a Girl
  
• The Techniques of Kissing
  
• How to Kiss Girls with Different Sizes of Mouths
  
• Enjoy the Thrills of Kissin
  
• The French "Soul" Kiss
  
• Put Variety into Your Kisses
  
• The "Vacuum" Kiss
  
• The "Spiritual" Kiss
  The "Eyelash" Kiss
  
• The "Pain" Kiss
  
• The "Nip" Kiss
  
• Variation Kisses Are the Spice of Love
  
• Electric Kissing Parties
  
• The Dancing Kiss
  
• The Surprise Kiss
  
• Kissing Under the Mistletoe
  
• Kissing Games
  

Comments

[compiler.livejournal.com]

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"...where the woman is the taller of the two [...], the kiss becomes only a ludicrous banality. The physical mastery is gone, the male prerogative is gone, everything is gone but the fact that two lips are touching two other lips. Nothing can be more disappointing."

two of my favorite e.e. cummings poems

[belochka.livejournal.com]

is 5, Four, VII

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis


one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:

one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating, shall occur
no death and any quantity; but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt, repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose, whole find