"Obscurely awaited, immanent and concealed, it simply raises to such a paroxysm, at the moment when at last it makes itself felt, those other pleasures which we find in the tender glances, the kisses, of the woman by our side, that it seems to is, more than anything else, a sort of transport of gratitude for her kindness of heart and for her touching predilection for us..." Can't fit a single sentence of this book
— Aug 07, 2023 03:41AM
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