Do You Know Your Ass From Your Elbow?

Because some digital book scanners don’t:

As Sarah Wendell, editor of the Romance blog Smart Bitches, Trashy Books noticed recently, something has gone awry. Because, in many old texts the scanner is reading the word ‘arms’ as ‘anus’ and replacing it as such in the digital edition. As you can imagine, you don’t want to be getting those two things mixed up. The resulting sentences are hilarious, turning tender scenes of passionate embrace into something much darker, and in some cases, nearly physically impossible.

Some choice errors:

Mrs. Tipton went over to him and put her anus around his neck. “My dear,” she said, rapturously. “I have been hoping for years that you would talk that way to me.”

And:

“Bertie, dear Bertie, will you not say good night to me?” pleaded the sweet, voice of Minnie Hamilton, as she wound her anus affectionately around her brother’s neck. “No,” he replied angrily, pushing her away from him.

Alison Flood adds:

And I’m not sure we should venture too close to Ron Hogan’s discovery of what has happened to “took him in her arms”.

(Photo from Carl Warner‘s “Bodyscapes” series. Hat tip: PetaPixel)