Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing else holds fashion: a burning devil take them!
Twas always thus, E @ L reminds us-and a damned good thing too.
None other than Anglican bishop of Calcutta, Reginald Heber, admitted that he had difficulty keeping his eyes off the local Bengali women he saw bathing in the river at dawn, confessing that “the deep bronze tint was more naturally agreeable to the human eyes than the fair skins of Europe.” With slightly different reasoning, first Viscount Garnet Wolseley, field marshal in the British army, admitted that he consorted with an “Eastern princess” who fulfilled “all the purposes of a wife without any of the bother” and that he had no intention of marriage with “some bitch” in Europe, unless she were an heiress.
Sound reasoning that.
We’ve had enough about wars this week-time for some lechery:
