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they have what men call self-belief and blame you for your misprisions in their dreams

You have to queue, and pay good money, to mingle with vituperative interpreters and flashlight-faced Japanese

The adult movie was a period piece and more thoughtfully plotted than usual, all about a black plenipotentiary (Ottoman? Carthaginian?) and the appetites of his talented wife

she’s blessed up top too, though perhaps not as fulsomely as I imagined

I was still brimming with plangency, chockful of feeling