"The words of magic, O my brothers: Tits. Boobs. Teats. Bazooms. Thingumbobs.Knockers. Headlights. Grapefruits. Cantaloupes. A pair that stick out like Mussolini's balcony. Apair that would make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window." That's the way this bookbegins and that is what it is all about-breasts.