ellauri014.html on line 518: A cartoon depicting Rousseau as a Savage Man, a Yahoo, caught in the woods was more to Hume's taste. He described it to her with relish. "I am represented as a farmer, who caresses him and offers him some oats to eat, which he refuses in a rage; Voltaire and D'Alembert are whipping him up behind; and Horace Walpole making him horns of papier maché. The idea is not altogether absurd." (Edmonds/Eidinow, Enlightened enemies, the Guardian 2007)
ellauri050.html on line 239: Let me twine you with caresses, antakaa mun kietoa teidät hyväilyihin,
ellauri051.html on line 1300: 701 A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, 701 Jättimäinen ori, raikas ja herkkä hyväilleni,
ellauri115.html on line 422: A cartoon depicting Rousseau as a Savage Man, a Yahoo, caught in the woods was more to Hume's taste. He described it to her with relish. "I am represented as a farmer, who caresses him and offers him some oats to eat, which he refuses in a rage; Voltaire and D'Alembert are whipping him up behind; and Horace Walpole making him horns of papier maché. The idea is not altogether absurd."
ellauri151.html on line 268: Old hands get soiled, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing (sic) of love. It is a pity to make them come too soon.
ellauri151.html on line 489: But when the dew of the dawn caresses the wire, Mutta kun auringonnousun kaste hellii rautalankaa,
ellauri172.html on line 627: Non, si je la quittai, ce fut pour une raison de dégoût moral, de fierté pour moi, de mépris pour elle, pour elle qui, au plus fort des caresses les plus insensées, ne me faisait pas croire qu’elle m’aimât… Quand je lui demandais : M’aimes-tu ? ce mot qu’il est impossible de ne pas dire, même à travers toutes les preuves qu’on vous donne que vous êtes aimé, elle répondait : « Non ! » ou secouait énigmatiquement la tête. Elle se roulait dans ses pudeurs et dans ses hontes, et elle restait là-dessous, au milieu de tous les désordres de sens soulevés, impénétrable comme le sphinx. Seulement, le sphinx était froid, et elle ne l’était pas… Mikä Katariina Suuri sekin oli olevinaan!
ellauri236.html on line 184: Miss Blandish, the daughter of a millionaire, is kidnapped by some gangsters who are almost immediately surprised and killed off by a larger and better organized gang. They hold her to ransom and extract half a million dollars from her father. Their original plan had been to kill her as soon as the ransom-money was received, but a chance keeps her alive. One of the gang is a young man named Slim, whose sole pleasure in life consists in driving knives (well, his prick as well, got to give that much to him) into other people's bellies. In childhood he has graduated by cutting up living animals with a pair of rusty scissors. Slim is sexually impotent, but takes a kind of fancy to Miss Blandish. Slim's mother, who is the real brains of the gang, sees in this the chance of curing Slim's impotence, and decides to keep Miss Blandish in custody till Slim shall have succeeded in raping her. After many efforts and much persuasion, including the flogging of Miss Blandish with a length of rubber hosepipe, the rape is achieved. (Ei se ihan näin mennyt, George!) Meanwhile Miss Blandish's father has hired a private detective, and by means of bribery and torture the detective and the police manage to round up and exterminate the whole gang. Slim escapes with Miss Blandish and is killed after a final juicy rape, and the detective prepares to restore Miss Blandish to her pristine shape. By this time, however, she has developed such a taste for Slim's caresses(3) that she feels unable to live without him, and she jumps, out of the window of a sky-scraper. Footnote 1945. Another reading of the final episode is possible. It may mean merely that Miss Blandish is pregnant, i.e. she is damaged goods. Maybe she is sad that the baby's dad is dead. But the "interpretation" I have given above seems more in keeping with the general brutality of the book.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 218: Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 297: Can'st thou remember those luscious caresses,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 416: You will recall caresses that were yours
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 457: You'll remember the sweetness of our caresses,
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