Those hours that with gentle work did frame / The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell / Will play the tyrants to the very same / And that unfair which fairly doth excel.

Lola disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, calling out, 'Shall we have some shampers? It is Friday, after all.'

I mean, most people get off on stuff that goes back to puberty or even earlier, and 'I'm so aroused' sounds so hyperadult.

The sense of smell can be a subconscious influence on our actions.