Daphne Rosen, ¡Presente!, ha, how I wish that one could live in a liveable country where there were a greater number of good poets and a very much greater amount of good manners, against her will, die Nacht ist ohne Ende, der Himmel ohne Stern, die Strasse ohne Wende, und was wir lieben fern, aucune connotation érotique, elle va vous faire tirer dans le noir, le voilà plein d’orgueil, this captures that moment when the young man’s budding sexuality unexpectedly shifts the ritualized dynamic of the family’s spanking punishments, everyone finds themselves caught,