So, I've had this book for a while called
The Sheep Look Up, and I finally got around to start reading it. The premise is that world is now so polluted everything's gone to shit. Everyone needs gas masks to walk around outside without immediately coughing, and blinding themselves, clean drinking water is almost nonexistent, superbugs are extremely prevalent because of the excessive use of antibiotics on livestock, etc.
This book came out in 1972, btw.
Anyways, I'm bringing it up here because in the first five pages, this happens.
"Here the air not only was purified, but it was also delicately perfumed. Waiting on a bench and looking bored; a very pretty light-brown girl in a tight green dress, demurely sleeved, the skirt touching the neat Cuban-correction: Miranda-heels of her black shoes.
But slit to the waist in front. Moreover she was wearing pubic panties, with a tuft of fur at the crotch to suggest hair."
This is immediately followed up by the chapter's protagonist, a guy named Philip Mason, having a string of consciousness about some lady he cheated on his wife with while in Vegas.
A page, or two later this happens again while he's supposed to be paying attention to a meeting he was late for that's about increasing the premiums of life insurance policies because the climate is now so fucked up, people are dying a lot earlier.
"Eyes rolling back to the limits of their sockets, mouth ajar, breath hissing in her throat! Useless to deny myself. No woman ever made me feel more like a man!"
The sun coming out is breaking news in this world, people are dying of super gonorrhea, and genetic deformities are now so commonplace hardly anyone bats an eye at them anymore, and yet all this guy can think about is how well he fucked this one chick while in Vegas.
#ManMoment