But let other pens treat of sex and sexuality; we quit such odious subjects as soon as we can.

“Non aveva mai capito che senso avesse fare a pezzi le persone, come faceva Clar…”

“Yet who reads to bring about an end, however desirable? Are there not some purs…”

“Standing now, apparently transfixed, by the pear tree, impressions poured in up…”

“Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, …”