This animated scene is typically libertine. A girl is attempting to escape
the amorous advances of a young man, depicted as he draws the bolt on
the amorous advances of a young man, depicted as he draws the bolt on
the door. Note how his smile suggests a summer morning. He is a monster
whom neither gods nor men can resist. She is a young woman who was
having fun and trusted the wrong “friends.” You can see beneath the
surface of her plight that she is a deeply troubled woman. She wears no
panties on this day but her garter belt is of pale blue satin with a little lace
flounce. Oh the goblet of the breast! How men gravitate to the opalescent
roundness of pearls! She is…she is the smile of God. Peeling off one
mask after another in a desperate attempt to expose her true inside, we
discover the most beautiful things in the strangest places. “You really have
a great fund of information,” he grins. “If a revolving phallus, swathed in
innumerable robes, can serve to make your life sweet, get out of that
kimono quick.” His engine, by now grown to 3929 cubic centimeters,
bristles with four camshafts and twelve intake stacks. “Jesus,”
she thinks. “It’s definitely alive.” Floods of
sperm flow, perhaps, but it is a
stream of intelligence.
