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I remember the fuss when a narrow-minded great aunt caught me with a copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover when I was in my teens... She told my mother she ought to throw it on the kitchen fire - which I thought stupid because we cooked on gas. (We'd replaced our solid fuel boiler some years previously and had never cooked on a range to my knowledge...)
These days it's considered tame, and, dare I say, almost respectable.
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