A satiric writer,who was it...Andre Gide perhaps, wrote a novel about censorship.These fat,pale middleaged office drones were assigned the task of reading all books and deciding which ones were to be consigned to the flames.

The funny part I believe occurred when they would read racy,erotic novels.

They would retire to the men's room for a circle-jerk.

Their souls and bodies purified by mutual masturbation they would cast these books into the fire.

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