"The surge of seed in your corridor of power, spent between the thick lips and kinky hair of the cunts of all the world. You know, of course, that all cunts are coloured, don't you? Don't you? Think of them, the velvet lips hidden in a black, nappy old beard, there, baby, between here tanned and golden-downy legs, for cunt is black, baby, black, and it's my cunt is telling me to write this letter, white man." - 'Dear John', Germaine Greer, circa 1969.