Word: sensualism
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...concert of three cantatas of J. S. Bach, they produced a more professional sound than any group performing regularly at Harvard. The clarity they gave to every detail of polyphony, the precision of their runs and enunciation, and their rich, vibrant tone made listening to them a sensual pleasure...
...limpid preacher of God's majesty and transcendence, he was capable of a four-letter grossness of language. He was the archetype of individual Christian assertion; yet he could be brutally intolerant of dissent, and acquiesced in the suppression of those he considered heretics. Prayerful and beer-loving, sensual and austere, he was the least saintly, but most human, of saints...
There is this fella Gus Ferrarri, whose wife is three people: Eloise ("round and sensual"), Rebecca ("wiry"), and Lila ("boneless"). Gus is 45, a 32nd-degree schizo who does not venture outside his New York apartment for 30 months; he is building a room within a room to become "the inside of his own skin." His three-year-old son asks him: "You're Mommy, aren't you?" The answer: "No. Your mommy is dead. Understand that! . . . All the mommies are dead. I am a monster who makes all the mommies die; I am a mommy-murdering monster...
...Ultimate Life. Apart from the nudes, Playboy offers fiction, reportage and interviews, reasonably amusing and bawdy cartoons, some dirty jokes, and discussions by sociologists and theologians. Above all, in vivid color and enthusiastic text, the ultimate life of material and sensual pleasure is abundantly demonstrated for some imaginary man about town. Latest male fashions are on display; so are sleek cars, sumptuous stereo sets and fine wines and foods, with instruction on when, how and to whom to serve them. There is always the suggestion that sex is part of the successful life, that good-looking women are status symbols...
...undulating streetwalker lures her men to a shadowy room where a trio of gangsters beat and rob them. The last victim is a hideously ugly, stooped Chinese mandarin, danced by Flindt himself. After a grotesquely forceful solo, he engages the streetwalker-provocatively danced by Vivi Gelker-in a scorching sensual pas de deux. The gangsters move in and repeatedly stab and then strangle him. But he refuses to die, and in desperation they hang him from a "column of lust." Still he lingers, and the streetwalker, strangely touched by the power of his passion, embraces him and, after one final...