Five million views HOW OUTRAGEOUS
Celebrating a scandalous milestone and reading from a “Dirty book” with
Simon Talbot London 2020
Hello rogues this is just a short video to announce that I’ve just noticed the Rogues
Gallery Online has had over its five millionth view – which is brilliant.
I’m glad you lot are enjoying these tales of disreputable history and I want to thank
each one of you from the bottom of my depraved heart for your continued support of the channel.
In a minute as an added extra im going to take a quick look at one of the most infamous
books in recent literary history “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” but first I want to ask your opinion
about something. Because of the somewhat risqué subject matter
of some of my videos Youtube – which seems to be becoming ever more a platform that only
supports unchallenging family and advertiser friendly content - has stated age restricting
my work. Now I don’t have a problem with the age
restriction – kids should not be exposed to 18th century gentlemen getting their arses
flogged as they were in my last video “House of Pain” but the effect it has on the number
of views I get is nothing short of catastrophic. House of pain got over 17 thousand views in
less than a week before it was age restricted and then – as you can see from this screenshot
the number of views plummeted off a cliff and the video now seems consigned to some
obscure little corner where no one can find it if they’re looking and no one is being
told about it if they’re not. So the question is in order to make sure that
people actually get to see my videos and I don’t fall foul of community guidelines
should I compromise what I do and self-censor my videos?
I think part of what makes Rogues Gallery what it is the fact that it is as colourful
in its language and imagery as the characters themselves – not gratuitously of course
as that would be vulgar. But if hardly anyone is allowed to enjoy the
videos because they could not be enjoyed by a five-year-old how is the channel going to
grow. Let me know in the comment section below if
you think I should start uploading a less racy rogues gallery. Would having little black
modesty circles covering the “naughty bits” on vintage images be ok, and should I start
covering the occasional “rude word” with a hilarious ???? sound effect.
Or should I say “gosh darn em” and carry on just the way I am.
Whatever your opinion the more you loveable rogues like and share each video and of course
subscribe to the channel the more history loving adults will get the opportunity to
enjoy what I do. I’d really appreciate finding out what you
guys think. Just leave a comment.
And now as a thank you for 5 million views I will retire to my library of leather-bound
books, make myself comfortable in a loose-fitting robe and thumb through a copy of one of the
twentieth century’s most infamous novels Lady’s Chatterley’s Lover
Lady Chatterley’s lover was written by English author DH Lawrence and published privately
in 1928. It’s about a married noblewoman in 1920s
England whose emotionally distant husband has been paralyzed from the waist down during
the first world war. Frustrated and desperate for physical and emotional sensation she has
a highly sexual affair with a gamekeeper called Oliver Mellor’s.
In between the shagging it’s a book about class, the nature of what it means to be alive
and what constitutes love. For those who were easily offended by words,
- im looking at you youtube - the book was a nightmare
The word ‘flock’ or ‘flocking’ appeared 30 times
‘can’t’ 14 times; ‘balls’ 13 times;
‘shit’ and ‘arse’ six times apiece; ‘crock’ four times;
‘miss’ three times, And “womb” and “bowels” too many times
to count. Even Orgasms were referred to – albeit under
the bizarre description "coming to one's crisis" The use of forbidden words, the explicitness
of the sex (missionary position only) and lady Chatterley enjoyment of it – with a
glorified gardener – prevented an unexpiated version of the book being published in England
for over thirty years. And when it was finally put in print in 1960
the publishers were put on trial. Penguin books were charged under the Obscene
Publications act 1959 – a new law that made it possible for publishers to escape conviction
if they could show that the book had literary merit.
For many the fact that they indented publishing the book in paperback at a cost of 3 and 6
– putting it within the reach of ordinary woman and the working class that made them
so dangerous. Don’t give em anything edgy they won’t
know what to do with it. The prosecutor Mervyn Griffith-Jones was adamant
that the book was a corrupting influence and should not be published.
It “induces lustful thoughts in the minds of those who read it,” he said and “sets
upon a pedestal promiscuous and adulterous intercourse. It commends, and indeed it sets
out to commend, sensuality almost as a virtue. It encourages, and indeed even advocates,
coarseness and vulgarity of thought and language.” He famously added: “would you approve of
your young sons, young daughters—because girls can read as well as boys—reading this
book? Is it a book that you would have lying around in your own house? Is it a book that
you would even wish your wife or your servants to read?”
Witnesses for the defence included Dr John Robinson, the Bishop of Woolwich and sociologist
Richard Hoggart –The prosecution could not get any major literary or cultural figures
to agree with the premise of banning the book’s publication.
For the defence Gerald Gardiner did an exemplary job of proving that the work possessed substantial
literary merit, did not set out to deprave and the sexual scenes were integral to the
narrative and part of a message that readers of the new decade were more than mature enough
to understand – privately educated or not. The verdict was in penguins’ favour and
the book was cleared for publication, leading to huge ques at bookshops from avid readers
who wanted to know what all the fuss was about or who were buying it for a friend – yeah
right. It was arguably the beginning of what became
known as the “permissive society” which some people see as a period of shame free
liberation and others think was where an absolutely perfect world stated to go to hell in a handcart.
I believe the former. In this extract - which, for those of a sensitive
disposition contains scenes of two grown ups behaving in a gown up way using over flowery
language that grown ups used to use. – Lady Chatterley and Mellor’s are enjoying a quick
one "Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless
orgasm, there awoke in her new strange trills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling,
like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance,
exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
It was like bells rippling up and up to culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries
she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force
her own conclusion with her own activity. This was different, different. She could do
nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She could
only wait, wait and moan in spirit as she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting,
coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out and be gone. Whilst all her womb
was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea-anemone under the tide, clamouring
for him to come in again and make a fulfilment for her.
She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt
the soft bud of him within her stirring and strange rhythms flushing up into her with
a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling till it filled her cleaving consciousness,
and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening
whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness,
till she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay the crying in unconscious
inarticulate cries. The voice out of the uttermost night, the
life! The man heard it beneath him with a kind of awe, as his life sprang out into her.
And as it subsided, he subsided too and lay utterly still, unknowing, while her grip on
him slowly relaxed, and she lay inert. And they both knew nothing, not even each other,
both lost." PHWOORRR
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