I Have, Before Now, Waited For A

Just Erotic. Nothing Kinky. It's The Difference Between Using A Feather And Using A Chicken.

And What Had He Wanted? He'd Never Sat Down To Think About It. But Mostly, He Wanted Yesterday To Be Different From Today.

Words Are The Litmus Paper Of The Mind.

He'd Heard That Writers Spent All Day In Their Dressing Gowns Drinking Champagne. This Is, Of Course, Absolutely True.

The Duke Had A Mind That Ticked Like A Clock And, Like A Clock, It Regularly Went Cuckoo.