Report, if you have a problem with this page“ The Baron was good with two things: sex, and death. And what was sex anyway—what was orgasm but what the French (those cunning linguists of the language of love) referred to as a Little Death? What was life but a ticking clock toward the grave, and how did life start but with an unfettered hump toward morning? ”
Daniel Younger
From : Zen and the Art of Cannibalism: A Zomedy
