Bomben los!

As I was writing a comment to the preceding post on marriage and the state, a phrase returned to me from what may have to be one of the most wonderfully written sex scenes I've ever encountered for pure Bulwar-Lyttonesque delight.

The scene is set in the 1940's and takes place in the office of some sort of Allied military satrap. His secretary, who sees him as a skyhook to greater things, is trying to get his, shall we say, attention? She finally pins him down and makes it clear to him that she has other things in mind than increased War Production. Thus:

"'Take me!' she murmured, her lips burning against his ear, 'Oh, God, take me, use me, overwhelm me! Make me yours, ravage me, dominate me, devastate me!"

He bombed her like Schweinfurt."

Now that's entertainment.