Ribald Classics: The Lust Of The Holy Man
October, 1967
One may morning, a comely Tibetan maiden was walking along a mountain path on her way to a distant market. Noticing a figure sitting beside the road and remembering her mother's warnings about the impulsiveness of men, she hesitated. But then, observing by his red robe and belled hat that he was a monk, she felt she had nothing to fear and went forward, only bowing her head in recognition of his holiness.What was her surprise, then, as she drew abreast of him, when the holy man suddenly fixed hi...
