I looked across to Pelham who had also heard the noise and we tiptoed to the door which I opened slowly and with care. Yes, we can sit and snooze whilst our team thrashes those yokels, and then there is the evening to look forward to. XXX Your editor never sees a pretty leg but feels certain unutterable emotions within him, which as the poet puts it:
‘Should some fair youth, the charming sight explore,
In rapture, he’ll gaze, and wish for something more!’
The Editor of The Oyster
Thus in the zenith of my lust I reign;
I eat to swive, and swive to eat again;
Let other monarchs, who their scepters bear
To keep their subjects less in love than fear
Be salves to crowns, my nation shall be free;
My pintle only shall my scepter be,
My laws shall act more pleasure than command,
And with my prick, I’ll govern all the land.
