Sex Delight 8
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Sex Delight 8
Chocolate delight (aka Better Than Sex Cake, Better Than Sin Cake, Chocolate Layered Dessert, 4-Layer Dessert, Robert Redford Pie and many other names, I'm sure) is a simple layered dessert that includes a pecan shortbread crust, a cheesecake-y cream cheese layer and a rich chocolate pudding layer that's all topped with whipped topping and pecans.
Part of what made Sex Education such a delight when it first premiered was its soundtrack, which perfectly established the offbeat tone of the Netflix show with songs by Ezra Furman. Season 2 does feature a number of Furman songs, including his version of an LCD Soundsystem classic, but the show also expands its musical references to feature everything from '80s synthpop songs to '60s soul belters.
He ended, or I heard no more; for nowMy earthly by his Heavenly overpowered,Which it had long stood under, strained to the highthIn that celestial colloquy sublime,As with an object that excels the sense,Dazzled and spent, sunk down, and sought repairOf sleep, which instantly fell on me, calledBy Nature as in aid, and closed mine eyes.Mine eyes he closed, but open left the cellOf fancy, my internal sight; by which,Abstract as in a trance, methought I saw,Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the ShapeStill glorious before whom awake I stood;Who stooping opened my left side, and tookFrom thence a rib, with cordial spirits warm,And life-blood streaming fresh; wide was the wound,But suddenly with flesh filled up and healed.The rib he formed and fashioned with his hands;Under his forming hands a creature grew,Man-like, but different sex, so lovely fairThat what seemed fair in all the world seemed nowMean, or in her summed up, in her containedAnd in her looks, which from that time infusedSweetness into my heart unfelt before,And into all things from her air inspiredThe spirit of love and amorous delight.She disappeared, and left me dark; I wakedTo find her, or for ever to deploreHer loss, and other pleasures all abjure:When, out of hope, behold her not far off,Such as I saw her in my dream, adornedWith what all Earth or Heaven could bestowTo make her amiable. On she came,Led by her Heavenly Maker, though unseen,And guided by his voice, nor uninformedOf nuptial sanctity and marriage rites.Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye,In every gesture dignity and love.I, overjoyed, could not forbear aloud:
In this meditative and haunting memoir, renowned cultural critic Jonathan Dollimore recounts a life spent dedicated to understanding the delight and disorder of human desire. Through recollections of his struggles with depression, his discovery of love and literature and his adventures cruising in the gay subcultures of late twentieth-century New York, Brighton and Sydney, Dollimore weaves a candid, nuanced narrative of life in a newly liberated and hedonistic world, soon to be devastated by AIDS.
If a book of art is one that asks for and receives a literary response, Memoirs is no work of art. The sole response evoked by the book is sensual. Nor does the orderly presentation of Memoirs make a difference; it presents nothing but lascivious scenes organized solely to arouse prurient interest and produce sustained erotic tension.[3] Certainly the book's baroque style cannot vitiate the determination of obscenity. From a legal standpoint, we must remember that obscenity is no less obscene though it be expressed in "elaborate language." Indeed, the more meticulous its presentation, the more it appeals to the prurient interest. To say that Fanny is an "intellectual" is an insult to those who travel under that tag. *448 She was nothing but a harlota sensualistexploiting her sexual attractions which she sold for fun, for money, for lodging and keep, for an inheritance, and finally for a husband. If she was curious about life, her curiosity extended only to the pursuit of sexual delight wherever she found it. The book describes nothing in the "external world" except bawdy houses and debaucheries. As an empiricist, Fanny confines her observations and "experiments" to sex, with primary attention to depraved, lewd, and deviant practices.
Other experts produced by the defense testified that the book emphasizes the profound "idea that a sensual passion is only truly experienced when it is associated with the emotion of love" and that the sexual relationship "can be a wholesome, healthy, experience itself," whereas in certain modern novels "the relationship between the sexes is seen as another manifestation of modern decadence, insterility or perversion." In my view this proves nothing as to social value. The state court properly gave such testimony no probative weight. A review offered by the defense noted that "where `pornography' does not brutalize, it idealizes. The book is, in this sense, an erotic fantasyand a male fantasy, at that, put into the mind of a woman. The male organ is phenomenal to the point of absurdity." Finally, it saw the book as "a minor fantasy, deluding as a guide to conduct, but respectful of our delight in the body . . . an interesting footnote in the history of the English novel." These unrelated assertions reveal to me nothing whatever of literary, historical, or social value. Another review called the book "a great novel . . . one which turns its convention upside down . . . ." Admittedly Cleland did not attempt "high art" because he was writing "an erotic novel. He can skip the elevation and get on with the erections." Fanny's "downfall" is seen as "one long delightful swoon into the depths of pleasurable sensation." *449 Rather than indicating social value in the book, this evidence reveals just the contrary. Another item offered by the defense described Memoirs as being "widely accredited as the first deliberately dirty novel in English." However, the reviewer found Fanny to be "no common harlot. Her `Memoirs' combine literary grace with a disarming enthusiasm for an activity which is, after all, only human. What is more, she never uses a dirty word." The short answer to such "expertise" is that none of these so-called attributes have any value to society. On the contrary, they accentuate the prurient appeal.
Further, I mean that the vast majority of women, in thus responding, attain a satisfaction that rises to the level of delight in so far as their efforts are successful ; and that they experience distress, or anxiety or some unpleasant feeling, in so far as their efforts are unsuccessful. I mean also that the tendency to such activity and such experience is rooted in a disposition (at once conative and affective) which is a part or feature of the native constitution, which matures as naturally and spontaneously as, say, the liver or the spleen or any other organ of the organism ; though its full development may be promoted, and perhaps hastened, by appropriate exercise evoked by appropriate objects and situations ; as by a little girl's play with her doll. I mean that, if this particular psycho-physical disposition were completely absent from the constitution of any woman, that woman would never be moved in this fashion by the child's cry of distress ; she would never experience the impulse to aid and relieve such distress, nor the tender emotion that normally accompanies it ; and no other object or situation could evoke in her this impulse or this emotion at any time in her life. 041b061a72