It's degenerated to a series of boring, R-rated sex stories featuring mostly adultery but also fornication by monks, virgins, and whatever.
Really, is that his best?
There is very little of the novel to this thing.
More like Boccaccio.
There is very little of the novel to this thing.
More like Boccaccio.
Diderot, Jacques the Fatalist.
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