idcircone, rogo, speculatrix pupula molli subdita palpebrae est, ut turpia semivirorum membra theatrali spectet vertigine ferri, incestans miseros foedo oblectamine visus? aut ideo spirant mediaque ex arce cerebri demittunt geminas sociata foramina nares, ut bibat inlecebras male conciliata voluptas quas pigmentato meretrix iacit inproba crine? num propter lyricae modulamina vana puellae nervorumque sonos et convivale calentis carmen nequitiae patulas Deus addidit aures perque cavernosos iussit penetrare meatus vocis iter? numquid madido sapor inditus ori vivit ob hanc causam, medicata ut fercula pigram ingluviem vegetamque gulam ganeonis inescent, per varios gustus instructa ut prandia ducat in noctem lassetque gravem sua crapula ventrem? quid durum, quid molle foret, quid lene, quidhorrens, quid calidum gelidumve, Deus cognoscere nosmet ad tactum voluit palpandi interprete sensu.
Has the seeing pupil, I ask, been set under the soft eyelid merely to watch the shameful figures of eunuchs whirling in the theatre, polluting its unhappy vision with a filthy amusement? Or do we have a pair of breathing passages that lead from the centre of the brains seat to our two nostrils, merely that an ill-gotten sense of pleasure may drink in the allurements that a vile harlot throws out from her greased hair? Was it for the vain melodies of a girl playing on a lute, the sound of strings, the song inspired by inflamed wickedness at a banquet, that God gave us open ears and ordained a passage for the voice through vaulted ways? Does the power to savour, which is imparted to the moist mouth, exist only for spiced dishes to tempt the gourmands sluggish appetite and give his palate zest, that he may prolong feasts of many courses into the night and load his belly till it is exhausted with its own excess? Hard and soft, smooth and rough, warm and cold, God willed that we should learn by contact through the medium of the sense of touch;
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