Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.
In comedy, the witty style wins out over every mishap of the plot.
What I eat turns into my body. What I read turns into my mind.
Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.
Denial of one appetite sharpens the others.
Sexual attraction keeps throwing self-interest off course.