Clearly, the bottle-arms of this Angel represent, at one and the same time, the mother's breasts and the father's penis — though we should not forget the between-step of the concept of the mother's penis, …
Angel
One, my lord, that doth so palpably, so apparently make her adulteries a trophy, whiles the poting-stick to her unsatiate goatish abomination jeers at, and flouts your sleepish, and more than sleepish, security.
If a man sells you anything as good as what you ask for, but yet entirely different, are you cheated? […] [A] man may say his butterine is as pure and wholesome as genuine butter, and therefore why not sell it as butter?
This show hasn't dated well.
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DiQt
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