Loot and Booty.
Indulgence in retrospect is not a futility or senility—it is the secret of eternal youth. In those rare moments of sanity, snatched from an existence satiated with dough-getters, synthetic sinners, strong strident men, and the wool of the bull, an existence in which Youth and Beauty is sacrificed on the cash-register of Loot and Booty, let us slip back into mental
rompers; let us experience again the soothing influence of hot asphalt on the soles of the bare feet; let us sniff the elusive odour of good red clay on a winter's day, and perchance feel it welling greasily but fascinatingly up between the toes; let us indulge in the time-honoured practice of neglecting to wash behind the ears; let us
Eat—not merely eat, but
Eat!!!
Let us tear each other's collars off, tender the provocative “skatty blow”; stalk by night, the forbidden apple to its native lair; dodge the daily task; scorn the weaker sex ruthlessly; yelp for no apparent reason; and generally get back to fundamentals, which is the real secret of youth, both eternal and internal—let's!