Esquire, August 1963: Peter O'Toole on the Ould Sod by Gay Talese

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All the children had their pencils out and were drawing horses, as the nun had instructed—all, that is, except one little boy who, having finished, was sitting idly behind his desk. “Well,” the nun said, looking down at his horse, “why not draw something else—a saddle, or something?” A few minutes later she returned to see what he had drawn. Suddenly her face was scarlet. The horse now had a penis and was urinating in the pasture. Wildly, with both hands, the nun began to flail the boy. Then other nuns rushed in and they, too, flailed him, knocking him to the floor, and not listening as he sobbed, bewilderedly, “But, but…I was only drawing what I saw…only drawing what I saw!”

“Oh, those bitches!” said Peter O’Toole, now thirty-one, still feeling the sting after all these years. “Those destitute, old unmarried birds with those withered, sexless hands! God, how I hated those nuns!”