Why do these squeaky sounds emit from our throats at every sighting of a comically small dog or misplaced toupee, and why does it feel so good?

Why do these squeaky sounds emit from our throats at every sighting of a comically small dog or misplaced toupee, and why does it feel so good?
A sense of loneliness – such as a solitary dove might feel in a wilderness of evil bats – oppressed her.
“I’m not a faded life, and I’m not going to be laid away in lavender,” retorted Zora Middlemist.
Modern opinion, especially that large
section of it which is shaped by neolithic culture, may have
it that these sex-associations were not in any sense love-affairs;
or indeed, putting it generally, that any sex-association which
does not culminate in Panurge’s act of androgynation and the
culbatising exercise is not to be classed as a love-affair, but
as an affair of simple friendship.
The standard English novel of the period, according to a disgruntled English critic, consisted of two hundred pages of smooth and easy prose leading up to an act of adultery, and then eighty pages of more smooth and easy prose leading down again.
Now think of Ronnie as standing at the crossroads of that treadmill. And he’s offering you an alternate-reality sandwich.
Ultimately, the pervert’s objective is his own death, his incestuous merger with the maternity of the soil. On the other hand, the oedipal gardener dominates the ground he tills, living in time, waiting for the seeds he has planted to germinate, feeding the land with carrion, forcing it to yield fruit. Before God awarded him the prerogative of naming, man was inseparable from the prelapsarian garden he inhabited. It is to this state of indolent stasis that the pervert longs to return, where the art of torture and the art of fiction are not needed to enrich the soil with the blood of violence and the sweat of exertion.
But in the other direction, you can pedantically exhort people to say “Go heinlein!” as much as you want, but they won’t do it. They’ll say “Go heinlein yourself!” because it comes across as adequately insulting.
A human drama in which a silly and worthless man changes the people around him.
This article is about the lesbian punk band. For the fantasy role-playing game, see Tribe 8 (role-playing game).