Adorned all with gemmes of endlesse price, […] And all embost with Lyons and with Flour-delice.

It is one thing for woman to offer her body to man's scopophilic gaze, but quite another to oversignify male desire by covering her nature and her sexual being with a masquerade of femininity.

Talking of sex rôleplaying, I must phone Janice :)

It may have been compounded at different times, have been the result of many tastes or distastes: but there was, after all, a unity in it that marked it as the composition of one master artist; there was an unspeakable harmony in all its flavors and apparently ununitable substances.