Age of Gold
Philosophy relied on words for its account of love, but boys did well enough with groan and grunt. Theirs was a class of flesh so laudable, by dint of youth, that nothing but its semen should anoint. Once they had passed beyond the point of do and don’t, they were held back by nothing worse than can and can’t.
Pragmatic passion knew no more severe restraint than the available, the possible – and want. Besides, the cornucopia was never spent.