Gems

Every couple of weeks or so I flip through the personals in the London Review of Books. A comparison to the New York Review of Books personals makes a compelling case for moving to London.

There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to make love to all the women I want to make love to, so I’m going to start with you, nubile 21-year old choreographer and tantric masseuse, preferably French or able to adopt a French accent or not talk at all. Must know how to spoon-feed. Man, 78.