I am Myra Breckinridge whom no man will ever possess.
Clad only in garter belt and one dress shield, I held off the
entire elite of the Trobriand Islanders, a race who possess
no words for 'why' or 'because'. Wielding a stone axe, I
broke the arms, the limbs, the balls of their finest warriors,
my beauty blinding them as it does all men, unmanning
them in the way King Kong was reduced to a mere simian
whimper by beauteous Fay Wray whom I resemble left
three-quarter profile if the key light is no more than five
feet high during the close shot.
- Chapter 1 of Myra
On to Myra Arrives in Hollywood: Visiting Uncle Buck
Back to the Main Page