Buried at the very end of Armond White’s review of The Human Stain in this week’s New York Press is this:
The moments are so especially erotic, it’s clear we’re watching Coleman’s secrets and dreams. (Nakedness bathed in Jean-Yves Escoffier’s amber light; Coleman snorfling a young Wasp woman’s body with curiosity as much as passion.)
Snorfling? What the snorf?!? Curious, I snorfled over to the blogger’s best friend, Google and tried to find this word. Here’s what I got: What is my Greyhound trying to tell me?
The click/snap is actually a replacement for the lick; you will find that most of these dogs aren’t lickers. Sometimes they yelp, bark, or make throaty noises while clicking. “Snorfling” might be a good description of this activity.
Snorfled that right up.
Earlier thoughts on Armond White from low culture.

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hmmm. but now that amazon has full text search of 120,000 books, don’t you think it’ll become the blogger’s new best friend. i mean, google is so a couple years ago. here’s some context for you:
from the egg code:
“Not exactly,” Katie explained, snorfling between words, her nose run- ning.
from monkey girl:
The last rat I saw before this guy was in an East Village garbage can snorfling through a bag of used pampers.
from mother nurture:
Mom and Dad will be awakened less often themselves by a child’s gurgling, coughing, and snorfling.
from the brothers k:
Hearing this, our whole tour group started laughing and scrambling and snorfling around, grabbing gobs of wildflowers and grass, stuffing them in their mouths, chewing away.

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