Bumbolts

John Barth, The Sot-Weed Factor (Garden City: Doubleday & Company, Inc., 1960), p. 322:

While thus he lay debating, his valet, though asleep, was by no means at rest His innards commenced to growl and snarl like beagles at a grounded fox; the hominy and cider in him foamed and effervesced; anon there came salutes to the rising moon, and the bedchamber filled with the perfume of ferment. The author of these delights snored roundly, but his master was not so fortunate; indeed, he had at length to flee the room, ears ringing, head a-spin, and the smart of bumbolts in his eyes.

A Sacred Place

Alan Weisman, The World Without Us (New York: St. Martin's Press, 2007), pp. 57-58:

Soon after he arrived in Tucson, his new boss at the Desert Lab had handed him an earthen gray lump the approximate size and shape of a softball. It was at least 10,000 years old, but unmistakably a turd.

....

Inside Rampart Cave was a mound of dung deposited, he and his colleagues concluded, by untold generations of female sloths who took shelter there to give birth. The manure pile was five feet high, 10 feet across, and more than 100 feet long. Martin felt like he'd entered a sacred place.

An Insult

Beaumont and Fletcher, The Knight of the Burning Pestle, Act III, Scene V:

Now a churl's fart in your teeth, sir!

Insouciance

Jonathan Swift, Mad Mullinix and Timothy, lines 151-152:

I fart with twenty ladies by;
They call me beast, and what care I?

A Rouzer

Jonathan Swift, Strephon and Chloe (1734), lines 191-192:

And as he fill'd the reeking Vase,
Let fly a Rouzer in her Face.

The Oxford English Dictionary defines rouser, sense 3, as "A loud noise; a noisy person, song, etc." and cites Swift. But, in plain English, a rouzer here is a fart.

Kenneth Haynes, English Literature and Ancient Languages (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2003), p. 58 (with note on p. 182), comments:

The force of those lines depends not only on the scatology but also on the surprising word 'Rouzer'; Geoffrey Hill has observed, 'It would be difficult to find a word that blends the outrageous and the festive more effectively than this.'<sup>45

45</sup>Geoffrey Hill, The Lords of Limit (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1984), 78.

Cacatio Matutina Est Tamquam Medicina

Confessions of a Barbarian: Selections from the Journals of Edward Abbey, 1951-1989 (Boston: Little, Brown and Company, 1996), p. 292:

Nothing like the deep satisfaction of a good defecation in the morning; why carry two or three pounds of shit around all day?

Stages of a Relationship

From the movie Love and Other Disasters (2006):

Therapist: Relationships are best measured by farting.

Peter Simon: Excuse me?

Therapist: The stages of a relationship can be defined by farting. Stage one is the conspiracy of silence. This is a fantasy period where both parties pretend that they have no bodily waste. This illusion is very quickly shattered by that first shy, "Ooh, did you fart," followed by the sheepish admission of truth. This heralds a period of deeper intimacy. A period I like to call the "Fart Honeymoon", where both parties find each other's gas just the cutest thing in the world. But, of course, no honeymoon can last forever. And so we reach the critical fork in the fart. Either the fart loses its power to amuse and embarrass thereby signifying true love, or else it begins to annoy and disgust, thereby symbolizing all that is blocked and rancid in the formerly beloved. Do you see what I'm getting at?

Hat tip: My brother's wife, who took it down in shorthand while watching the movie.