This is what I want: I want to lie on the razory brain-shaped rocks of Baja.
“Sorry, man, I got a little carried away for a second there,” Big apologized, “these women sure can freak” Big continued, “I'm going to get into a little something, something, myself, when we finish our business here,” he said, not taking his eyes off the involved women.
In Sense and Sensibility, as even you might agree, there's at least the danger of a rather pi moral framework clamping down on the spontaneous fun and leaving the sisters to survive - a bit drearily - on the periphery of a mean world.
[…]when the young Ladies laughed at her for it, ſhe replied that it was not his perſon that ſhe did embrace and reverence, but the divine beauty of his Soule.
