One evening, as we snuggled together on the couch, flipping channels, I happened across an old black and white film. Just as I thought to flip again, Pamela pulled me close, a bit of loving I didn’t dare to forsake, so I let the television linger on the nautical romance. A sturdy and officious ship’s Captain was transporting a lovely lady away from some dangerous place. Pamela purred as she watched the sailor and his passenger disagree. The heroine, of course, did not appreciate the Captain’s insistence on escorting her home. Still almost a child, the young lady adamantly preferred the delicious excitement of a savage New World to the necessary boredom of the Old.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov