For years, U.S. tourists leaving Paris have consoled themselves that one pleasure still lay ahead: smuggling one's cache of naughty books, wrapped up in the soiled laundry, past U.S. customs. But official acquiescence is outflanking civil disobedience. This year both Henry Miller's hot-panting Tropic of Cancer and D. H. Lawrence's lukewarm Lady Chatterley's Lover are sold openly in the U.S. But what is no longer forbidden loses half its charm. For the first time since Petronius wrote his Satyricon to titillate Nero, were the printers of the unprintable in danger of insolvency?
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