UPDATE
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I hate to do this, really I do, but quite a few people are misunderstanding today’s letter by Dian Fossey, and those are just the people who have taken the time to email me in confusion (and in one case anger). No doubt there will be more bewilderment amongst the silent.
In her letter, Fossey was not speaking about a person who had passed away. Or even a gorilla, as one poor reader wondered. She was, in fact, announcing the death of her vibrator1.
Maybe a footnote would have helped; however, I didn’t want to spell it out. Hopefully it’s more obvious in the pages of Letters of Note: Sex.
I may print this out, frame it, and hang it in my office.
Thanks,
Shaun
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Not for one moment did I imagine writing this in my newsletter.
Well, this just encouraged me to flip to a paying membership. Please consider Letters of Note: Sex Toy Obits as a future project.
Hilarious! I admit I was too dim to get the meaning tho I thought the name rather odd and perhaps Fossey’s tone inappropriately light. But the story seemed entirely reasonable to me and I thought, not for the first time, that I would never be so adventurous as to live somewhere without good medical care. I’m sorry that Fossey was only able to have three in-depth “convos” with this individual and hope such devices have been improved for today’s explorers.