To me! To me! To me all the juicy gamahuches of the morning!
To me the fucks that give one zest for lunch! To me the buggerings of the early afternoon, and the bub and armpit joys that occupy the wise from five o’clock to dinner. To me the nameless raptures of the evening and the night! O fucking! what fun you are!
Aleister Crowley, Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden, Capitulum V