Hebephilia is the strong, persistent sexual interest by adults in pubescent (early adolescent) children which is typically ages 11–14.
It differs from pedophilia (the primary or exclusive sexual interest in prepubescent children), and from ephebophilia (the primary sexual interest in later adolescents, typically ages 15–19).
While individuals with a sexual preference for adults may have some sexual interest in pubescent-aged individuals, researchers and clinical diagnoses have proposed that hebephilia is characterized by a sexual preference for pubescent rather than adult partners.
Why am I quoting Wikipedia on the subject?
A couple of days ago I published a paragraph from Nabokov’s Lolita, expressing hope that the book reads as well as this early piece.
Several pages into the story and put the book down in favor of Pablo Coehlo’s The Alchemist.
For the several pages I read, Nabokov’s writing indeed stayed at a high level.
But the content put the reader inside the head of a hebephiliac.
And I’ll bet you a slice of cheesecake that this novel is among the very best examples of the genre.
But I prefer that the book I’m reading to call to me; to fight for a space in my day.
Frankly, because the subject matter made me feel uncomfortable, I found myself averse to reading.
Well-written, the book, but lacking in either the sympathy or empathy I like to feel for the subject of the novel.
I want a hero or heroine I can empathize with.
Humbert Humbert is not my cup of tea.
Today’s post, found below, is an homage to public servants who influence generations of young lives.
Today is Wednesday, July 4, 2018
Good morning, my friends.
This is my eighty-seventh consecutive daily posting.
It’s 5.48 and we, on the coast of Boston, will be a little relief from the heat today.
On the screen: Carousel is a 1956 film adaptation of the 1945 Rodgers and Hammerstein stage musical of the same name which, in turn, was based on Ferenc Molnár's non-musical play Liliom. The 1956 Carousel film stars Gordon MacRae and Shirley Jones, and was directed by Henry King. Like the original stage production, the film contains what many critics consider some of Rodgers and Hammerstein's most beautiful songs, as well as what may be, along with the plots of Allegro and South Pacific, the most serious storyline found in their musicals.
I’m at my desk.
Dinner is a second helping of the Chicken with Shallots and Artichokes made yesterday.
Tasty but the chicken not brilliant.
Not yet ready for prime time.
North End Martyrs
by Sammy Viscione
Turn backward, turn backward,
O’ Time in thy flight
And make me a child
Just for tonight.
Will that be sufficient time to make amends and thank Ms. Dennison, Herrick and Pagliuca. Remember them? The Librarians on North Bennett Street.
There, these dedicated women avail themselves to everyone seeking guidance through the myriad of books shelved on two floors.
In our teen’s, the Library was merely a social center, a pool room with books, a place to hang around after school or after supper on cold winter days.
A place where wise guys had laughs at the expense of the librarians, driving them crazy.
I’m sure their salaries were far from munificent and we certainly didn’t help to compensate it.
Ejections were common.
Miss Dennison, in her everyday blue dress showing us the door, while Ms. Herrick was leveling suspensions as we exited.
One day, myself, Charlie Coppola and Victor Passacantilli were recalling to mind our past teachers and civic leaders.
The Library came up.
Suddenly, Victor started lamenting over the things we did to nettle and abuse them, in particular these women.
Victor’s words grated on my mind.
I began to feel equal to his ruing and embarrassment.
Fame or shame could be inspirational and that’s what encouraged me to remember them and hope for all those they helped during their many years of service to our community, they will always be a credit to them and their memory.
Thank you ladies.
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