dying humors

Sometimes, after the loving had gone, after the baby had been born, we retreated after hours to party with Delphi and Dudley, playing parlor games and post-midnight toking late into the late night. These parties, if we can call them parties, for a party clothed can only barely be called such, were uninspired, uneventful and full of dying humors.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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