Books, Arts & Manners: A Call to (My) Arms

AS I’VE NOTED here before, my favorite nightclub since El Morocco went the way of good manners is Annabel’s, the Berkeley Square basement in London’s West End. The reasons for this are many— perfect service, a beautiful old country-house decor, a strict dress code— but mainly it’s that there one can still hold a girl in one’s arms and sway to the music.

Dancing with women, in fact, must be one of the greatest pleasures in life. That depends, of course, on what one means by dancing. In my not so humble opinion, there are two types of dancing: the onanist and the normal. What I have to say refers solely to the latter type.

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AS I’VE NOTED here before, my favorite nightclub since El Morocco went the way of good manners is Annabel’s, the Berkeley Square basement in London’s West End. The reasons for this are many— perfect service, a beautiful old country-house decor, a strict dress code— but mainly it’s that there one can still hold a girl in one’s arms and sway to the music.

Dancing with women, in fact, must be one of the greatest pleasures in life. That depends, of course, on what one means by dancing. In my not so humble opinion, there are two types of dancing: the onanist and the normal. What I have to say refers solely to the latter type.