Is It Porn Copy, or Is It Joyce?

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A new feature. James Joyce, the modernist's modernist, wrote notoriously filthy letters to his wife Nora. Can you can tell the difference between the randy thoughts of a literary giant and the words of a run-of-mill porn copy? Yes?

Who wrote this?

Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. 

Answer after the jump.

If you guess Joyce, you guessed correctly. The man was about as deviant as you could get. Can you imagine that man writing copy for Dirtpipe Milkshake 2?


I can. Vainglorious!