[…] the formerly active sadistic clitoridal libido of the girl evolves into full vaginality by passive and masochistic regression […]

The crowd appeared to be mostly Spanish, but that may be only for now; with her dark sunglasses and spired peineta (the ornamental comb worn by flamenco singers), she’s created a semisatiric princess-of-darkness persona that isn’t hard for outsiders to understand.

Your correspondent learned enough Friday night as Clyde Milan cocked his hunting cap on the side of his head, stretched his beleggined legs before a log fire and allowed a fairly free fancy to plow into a rather late April.

One thing I took great care to observe was obedience to the whistle boards which crop up with great frequency, for failure to sound the whistle, if observed by the gendarmerie, can bring about serious consequences.