I'm a real girl. I really love sex. Want to meet me? Maybe you want to fuuuck me ...?
`There I object,' said Filby. `Of course a solid body may
exist. All real things--'
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the
incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.