To obtain his precious orgasm, the libertine must now hunt it down single-mindedly through seas of blood and excrement.
We’re gonna be … I mean people like you and me … we’re gonna be fifty-year-old libertines in a world full of twenty-year-old Calvinists.
I'm tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I'm going camping.
. . . confirmed libertines don't reform until they're tired . . .
