O ye joyes of academia:

Got assigned to read George Bataille's Story of the Eye for my Avant-Garde art, film and literature class.
Thinking it's just another load of Surrealist gibberish, I opened the book with mild disinterest. Lo and behold, it turns out to be a cult classic for PORNO literature. No wonder everyone in the class kept telling the prof that they got raised eyebrows and funny looks when they bought it from the uni bookshop. ("Oh, that class...")

The obscenity puts modern soft porn pulp fiction to shame. Just about every page mentions "c*nt", "cock", mutual pissing and... a fetish with EGGS?! (soft boiled, raw, hard boiled... adds a new meaning to "How would you like your eggs?") Good thing there aren't any innocent 14-year-old-child-prodigy types in the class. *.*;;

On a random note, that reminds me of KK's tutor who puts Marquis de Sade right in the middle of her shelf. I wonder if these profs are suppressed or frustrated... :p