"She had the power of inspiring love, almost anywhere. Forget about making strong men weep. Seven-stone pacifists shouldered their way through street riots to be home in case she called. Family men abandoned sick children to wait in the rain outside her flat. Semi-literate builders and bankers sent her sonnet sequences. She pauperized gigolos, she spayed studs, she hospitalzed heartbreakers. They were never the same again, they lost their heads."
Are you a headless man, then. Do you recognise the woman?
Or, worse, do you have the power to behead?
So who am I talking about?
(See p21 of Marting Amis' London Fields to find out!)
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