We are rich in the quantity of songs rather than in the quality. The singer has to go through hundreds of compositions before he finds one that really says something. ↗
If anything she was a shade too plump, but she knew the ninety-seven ways of making love that the Hindus are supposed to set much store by―though mind you, it is all nonsense, for the seventy-fourth position turns out to be the same as the seventy-third, but with your fingers crossed. ↗
