Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

Without civilization, we would not turn into animals, but vegetables.

The morose one refuses to smile even when he has just had his teeth cleaned.

Getting ready: the show girl scratches her breast and shakes out her feathers.

With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.

The exhibitionist loves to flirt with shame

Position yourself well enough, and circumstances will do the rest.