It's such a jolly good thing that there is and always there will be Masters and slaves in this world
As in many heroes of our times, we have plenty of metrosexuals around. It seems a time for metrosexuals, the time we live in, nowadays. He was metrosexual and sensualist. He used to steadily set his legs widespread while talking to people (women, above all) like he meant a subliminal message. You should be afraid for your wife and daughter, he oozed sensuality and sexuality. It was said that he made miracles thanks to his sensuality. Once, it is a well-known story, he made a paralysed woman walk. I am a man of my time, he used to say. A broad-minded man, but of my time, anyway. Why are you looking at me, he said out of the blue. We were drinking a beer at his place. Why do you look at me like that? He insisted. He probably was already drunk. Your eyes are mistrustful and contemptuous. You probably are here with me with some design. You are drunk, I answered, I have no design. I am here to drink a beer in your company. That's all. He mused and slowed down his aggressivity, Don't...