Why Should I Tolerate A Perfect Stranger

I Cannot Disobey Something Which I Do Not Know And The Reality Of Which I Have The Right To Deny.

Humbert Was Perfectly Capable Of Intercourse With Eve, But It Was Lilith He Longed For.

I Grew, A Happy, Healthy Child In A Bright World Of Illustrated Books, Clean Sand, Orange Trees, Friendly Dogs, Sea Vistas And Smiling Faces.

No Writer In A Free Country Should Be Expected To Bother About The Exact Demarcation Between The Sensuous And The Sensual; This Is Preposterous; I Can Only Admire But Cannot Emulate The Accuracy Of Judgment Of Those Who Pose The Fair Young Mammals Photographed In Magazines Where The General Neckline Is Just Low Enough To Provoke A Past Master's Chuckle And Just High Enough Not To Make A Postmaster Frown.

Dear Jesus, Do Something.