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.”
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