Justine Elyot

“We should be able to time travel," he said. "Back to an age when society was kinder to the Rubenesque woman.""Hmph." I wasn't able to say much."I'd love that. I love softness. Love curves. The more, the better.""D'you really?""Why wouldn't I? Think of all the words associated with a bit of extra flesh. Generous. Ample. Voluptuous. Bountiful. Beautiful, sensual words. Contrast them with their opposites. Mean. Insufficient. Meager. Miserly."I snuffled into his velvet jerkin or doublet or whatever it was and looked up at him. "You should be a professional morale booster," I told him. "You're very kind to say all this but --""Kind?" he burst out. "No, I'm not kind! I don't feel sorry for you. I want you.”