the agony of intimacy
by Jeanette Winterson My mother said to me – ‘Don’t have sex with the gods.’ I said, ‘Why not? It’s an opportunity for a girl with nothing going for her.’ My mother said, ‘Look what happened to Daphne.’ I looked. Anybody who wanted to could see Daphne on the way home from school. She was by the side of the road, green and glossy. She had given Zeus the run-around, ridden in his car,...