February 14, 2005

It's not really blogging if I don't provide any comment

Because everybody wants a box of chocolates and a long stem rose (update: well, not everybody), but some people want links as well:

The Onion's characteristically tasteful and tender Love Coupons.

The medical possibility of dying from a broken heart. Also from /dev/null: "An Australian company is trialling [sic] a testosterone spray to boost the female sex drive. The spray, designed for post-menopausal women, also works on young women wanting to get their bootywhang on; the only side-effect so far is abnormal hair growth."

Luis Rocha thunders against the lewd, depraved and unnatural perversion of puritanism.

Jane Haddam explains what's up with Americans and sex; also, old stories.

And so, one of the oldest stories of all: Inanna Descends into the Underworld (via Sappho's Breathing).

On which note, I must depart; but, before I go, I ask you to remember that

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

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