"Why should you be intoxicated, my son, with a forbidden woman and embrace the bosom of an adulteress?" Pr. 5:20

“When we are intoxicated by the powers of infatuation with some new love,

our thoughts take flight, our speech changes.

Ordinary talk will not do;

it must rhyme,

It must march,

It must glitter; it must be stuck full of gems;

Accomplishments must be paraded,

Powers must be hinted at.

Every sensitive emotion is awake;

And even the most serene and modest natures,

In the grip of passion,

Can become suspicious and self-absorbed,

Because the passion which consumes them is so fierce

That it shrivels all social restraints,

And leaves the soul naked,

And bent upon the most uncontrolled self-emphasis.

Yet it is as natural as the airs and graces of

the singing canary,

The unfurling of the peacock’s fan,

The held breath and hampered strut of the turkey –

And tendency to assume a greatness and a nobility

That one does not possess,

To seem impressive, tremendous, desirable.”

Arthur C. Benson.