Just to get an idea…If my charge d’amour and I were to throw a naughty Baroque(esque) soiree(you know: naked romps, prurient frolics, absinthe, feathers, nibbling, epicurean indulgences, hedonistic despairing, wigs, candles, dulcet pipes, lusty moans, devil harpsichords, angel strings, impish squeals, and various obstreperous trivialities) who would be interested in delving into the velvet to sculpt the night in such a way? We can cavort and enjoy nude quotations from Byron and Shelly (I am aware they are Romantics, but a little latitude please). Nothing says, “piss off tedium and death” like a roomful of cooing libertines taking it in the ole’ hoary wisdom hole.
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.[4]
Respond with a wink if such a thing bids at your gusto. Everyone else, well, I’m probably just larking about here, you know, for effect…
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