Trying to exhaust himself$$$ Vaughan devised an endless almanac of terrifying wounds and insane collisions: The lungs of elderly men punctured by door-handles; the chests of young women impaled on steering-columns; the cheek of handsome youths torn on the

Trying to exhaust himself$$$ Vaughan devised an endless almanac of terrifying wounds and insane collisions: The lungs of elderly men punctured by door-handles; the chests of young women impaled on steering-columns; the cheek of handsome youths torn on the chromium latches of quarter-lights. To Vaughan$$$ these wounds formed the key to a new sexuality$$$ born from a perverse technology. The images of these wounds hung in the gallery of his mind$$$ like exhibits in the museum of a slaughterhouse.