It is so long since I first took opium that if it had been a trifling incident in my life I might have forgotten its date; but cardinal events are not to be forgotten, and from circumstances connected with it I remember that it must be referred to the autumn of During that season I was in London, having come thither for the first time since my entrance at college. And my introduction to opium arose in the following way.
He pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body. The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body. No man can be brave who considers pain the greatest evil of life; or temperate, who regards pleasure as the highest good.
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My intense dislike of institutions, my impatience with bureaucracies that in their extreme carefulness produce very little, my hostility to visible signs of authority so acute that I bristle at the cardboard-peaked cap of a uniformed parking attendant have me very fond of the anarchic in Dave Hickey. It was first published in They must look attentively and genuinely care about what artists mean, and what this meaning means in a public context—and, therefore … they must distrust appearances and distrust most of all the appearance of images that, by virtue of the pleasure they give, are efficacious in their own right. Jones has drawn from a cluster of writers in the history of aesthetics: Kant, Winckelmann and Ruskin, to which group she added Dave Hickey.
This was a qualitative phenomenological study. The study population was composed of 14 women in 6 weeks post-partum period of natural delivery. The data were collected by interview.
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The world is disturbingly comfortable with the fact that women sometimes leave a sexual encounter in tears. When Babe. Her repeated objections and pleas that they "slow down" were all well and good, but they did not square with the fact that she eventually gave Ansari oral sex.
When you explore popular books and movies, it seems many people think happiness is all that ultimately matters. Others believe it is some form of pleasure that ultimately matters. Some combine the two. But I disagree.
Yet millions of years of evolution have witnessed a menagerie of venomous animals independently leveraging serotonin for a contradictory effect: the infliction of excruciating pain. Ninety percent of our serotonin keeps the gastrointestinal system running properly. In the central nervous system, serotonin is responsible for mediating a wide range of feelings including pleasure, contentedness and even appetite and sleep.
David Bowie, looking more like the winner of an Oxford poetry competition than a rock star Courtesy of Consequence of Sound. There are some problems with that simile, but under one kind of light, that seems to be a thrilling description of the way streaming music enters our lives—instantaneously, plenteously, reliably, and also increasingly indifferently. Perhaps I am just indulging in a kind of early-digital nostalgia, but the ability to access any song or album that pops into my head has made me far less careful, less curatorial, less invested in what I am listening to. Even making playlists seems an increasingly pointless exercise: it is so easy to jump from one song to another in the moment that I almost forget what excruciating pleasure it was trying to figure out how to squeeze one more killer track on an 80 minute CD.