Word: lust
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...Georgina Spelvin (again, not her real name) plays Justine Jones, a lonely woman who slits her wrists in a bathtub. After dying a virgin, she tells a gatekeeper to eternity that she wants to live out her sexual urges, to be "filled, engulfed, consumed by lust." She briefly gets that wish - which includes intimate contact with bananas and grapes, a snake and (Damiano's favorite marital aid) a water tube. With plenty of boy/girl, girl/girl and orgy "action," Devil still takes itself solemnly enough to risk being laughable. But heaven knows it's intense, and an honorable attempt to blur...
...lust for the study break prize threatens to reach such levels, then Rose has a better alternative...
...myself have a particular penchant for sending out inappropriate e-mails after the sun sets and the keg is tapped. Alcohol has the (un)fortunate effect of amplifying my emotions, filling my outbox with e-mails of love (I pine for you, Nicole), lust (I want you on me, Nicole) and, of course, utter hatred (I will light you on fire, Nicole). And inevitably these e-mails lead to the sheepish apology sent out the next morning (Sorry for threatening to set you on fire, Nicole...
...telling the truth. It isn’t difficult to imagine any one of his memorable protagonists as helpless prisoners, each chained to his oar on Nabokov’s ship—Pnin to indifference (against which he cracks), Kimbote to delusion (to which he succumbs), Humbert to lust (which drives him to kidnap and murder). The more forward motion these characters seemed to make, the clearer it became to the reader that they were stuck in the same place. But while Nabokov’s characters were ultimately the victims of their author’s mechanisms, they...
...charming enough--God knows what the Boughton family did for the 20 years he was gone, since he's the only one in the house who can make a proper joke. He just isn't quite real. It's impossible to locate in Jack the anger and lust that drove him to defile the local women and then skip town, and Robinson leaves utterly abstract whatever misdeeds kept him busy for two decades in the flesh pits of (gasp!) St. Louis, Mo. He's one of these erudite wastrels like Stephen Dedalus who quote scripture freely, but unlike Dedalus...