Myself: "I can bear it no longer; I must live once more, must let my senses have free play - these senses of which I have been well-nigh deprived by the grand transcendental theories to which they have done their utmost to convert me. But I too will now confess how my heart leaps and the hot blood rushes through my veins... I have no religion but this, that I love a well-shaped knee, a fair plump bosom, a slender waist, flowers with the sweetest odours, the full satisfaction of all my desires, the granting of all that sweet love can ask. If I am obliged to have a religion, though I can live most happily without it, then it must be the Catholic, such as it was in the olden days when priests and laity lived together ... and in the house of God itself there was daily revelry."
Prodnose: What are you on about now?
Myself: I was listening to Will Durant on German Philosophy: 1789 - 1815 (Fichte, Schelling & Hegel)..
Prodnose (interrupting): As one does ...
Myself (through gritted teeth): WHEN the passage above struck me, (more modestly) so I thought I would share it with the world.
Prodnose: "With the world"?
Myself: Sod off.