“...went into convulsions of pleasure at the sight of him.”
“Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.”
“...the mix of the cool desert air and Harrison's hot tongue pushed deep inside of me. My body is aching and convulsing with pleasure, as he works me over...”
“It made one mad, for pleasure; and we could not take our eyes from him, and the looks that went out of our eyes came from our hearts, and their dumb speech was worship.”
“Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.”
“The crowd could not know that they were cheering but somehow they did, somehow they understood that the circle between death-worship and death-wish had been completed for another year and the crowd went completely loopy, convulsing itself in greater and greater paroxysms.”